We take Sunsets for granted.
The best days of our lives
Eventually, come to an end,
Punctuated by pink and orange
Skies that are so beautifully brutal.
Leaving the bittersweet feeling
Of knowing that we will always remember
But never get to experience again.
The worst days of our lives
Are ended with a beauty
We can't appreciate
Just painful sighs and wishing
For a sunrise to start all over again
Sometimes we sleep through our sunsets
Too exhausted to keep going
Wishing for a rest that will make us appreciate
The sunsets that are yet to come.
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Poetry Portfolio
PoesíaI've got a lot running through my head, I suppose I should write it down. Poems I have written- just decided I may want to share them.
