it would be a lovely thought to wake up and see your face next to me but it remains just a thought.
And a thought it will remain..
The golds and pinks that cry are of sunrise.
mine are desperate times, another day without you with me. do you feel the same? do you stare as the weak yellows fades to gold? did you know that summer is on its way? can you smell fresh breezes that help the smell of grass through the air as daisies bounce in time to the grounds dance? can you see the pastel pink kiss the pale blues, caressing the silky smooth clouds that lounge around and curl themselves into embraces?
sunrises are the most calming of times as well as the most beautiful. you were beautiful but like every golden sun, you burned the brightest and fell the furthest. you really were my shooting star.
