In the end you exhale
to fill up the sky.
You don't want to leave
without saying goodbye.
You walk to the sun
and fall to the night
when you look back on love
and you look back on life.
You live in a world
that feeds off your light
and you want to give up
without trying to fight.
But you go on as always;
let go of the sky.
Just look on the bright side:
at least you can cry.
Another uninspired work using the same rhymes. At least I can cry, amirite?! Signing off <3
