Watch as the sun,
Sets.
The families,
Sitting around a table,
Children sleeping,
It's the time of day that people,
Relax.
It's brings the night,
Mysterious,
And secretive.
It paints the sky,
With pastels.
Pinks,
Purples,
Oranges,
Yellow hues.
A hemisphere,
A light,
That slowly sinks,
And brings it's opposite.
Light is bright,
It represents the hope and happiness,
That surrounds us.
It has to work with it's opposite force,
The dark.
The sunset however,
It's a time,
Where both the sun and the moon,
Can get along.
There's no darkness,
But at the same time,
It's not all light.
It's a blend between the two.
It reminds me,
Of two people,
When they work together,
Fights,
Stupid decisions,
Sillyness,
but in the end,
They still,
End up,
Together.
The sun,
and the moon.
That sunset,
That makes them,
One.
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It's Just Us
ПоэзияThe ups, the downs, the good days, and the bad. What's the use of a relationship book if you only say the good things? Hate to break it to ya, love is painful just as much as it is amazing.
