Dark comes over so slowly.
I feel if I were to close my eyes it would be black when they open.
It isn't though,
Light shines from the remaining sun.
The sky is a light violet and a sprinkle of pink.
The sky before was so bright, blue, awake.
It was like if I were to be on a cloud it would hold me up like a pillow holds my head up at night.
It will change to darkness, but that doesn't make it less attractive.
Darling, you are like the sky.
You change but that doesn't make you less.
Makes you more.
YOU ARE READING
Pathetic Poetry
PoetryHere lies the things that were untold, until now. Please give credit if taken. Pictures come from my own photography or the internet.
