A sunset is when the sun goes down for the night,
When the light that shines loses its fight.
And when the darkness finally takes its flight,
The moon rises to all its height.
From blue to pink; orange and yellow.
A time when the sky changes its hue.
An atmosphere ever so mellow,
But dangerous as it comes after you.
You must beware, for the sunset can be your friend or foe.
There to take your last breath of air, you will never know.
But challenge it if you dare, make yourself at home.
You never know where you might roam.
And maybe it's true that the sun's light one day ends..
But the moon only rises to take its place.
Reflecting the lights left astray,
Holding on to mend, and waiting for a brand new day..
But look a little closer; look a little deeper..
Break it apart with a bulldozer and become the Reaper.
Look not with your eyes, but let it soar through your heart..!
Just for a second leave behind your foolish ice, and look at the natural art..
Don't you see that though it leaves everynight, it comes back the next..?
Trying to catch every ray of light though it's vexed..?
Don't you see a man trying to hold on..; trying to move on..?
Trying to reach the dawn and just hoping to get along..?
The sunset is filled with light but it's invaded by darkness,
Just like a man who's losing his might, but tied to a harness.
They're trying to stay pure, with little hope left,
Yet there seems to be no cure, darkness committed the greatest theft.
Beautiful, isn't it..? The sunset..
But it doesn't interest you. No..you don't see the subset..
You don't see the sunset's beauty is sinister..
You don't see the sunset has him prisoner..
Silent is the atmosphere around,
And yet he yells aloud.
But no one hears his silent call,
Yet they all watch the the silent sun fall..
With a blend of colors as said before,
You witness beauty, but the greates detail you ignore..
With a blend of colors comes a blend of personalities,
And with that only reality..
Now you can interepret that however you may,
But only one reality is true at the end of the day.
That the sunset you'll never understand, so let it roam free.
But yet again, you don't understand me..
And how can the sunset be sp beautiful..? All I see is a war..
Something so ruthful, with hope so close yet so far..
A war between light and darkness, each trying to hold its own.
And how can something be so harmless..? Doesn't it make you feel alone..?
The sunset is trying to hold on to the light, but drowning in the darkness..
When all hope is pushed to teh center, everything seems so bright..
But the light with shadows is surrounded..,
It's hard to say things will be alright..
And you see, the sunset is always the same one,
But it affects everyone differently.
It can be a pain and shoot you like a gun,
Or it can touch you ever so gently.
And maybe it's true that the sun's light one day ends,
But the moon only rises to take its place.
Reflecting the llight that were left astray,
Holding on to mend and hoping for a brand new day..
And maybe it's true what they say,
That love oneday ends and you have to fly free..
And like the sunset, you can only wish it to stay,
But the diffrence is; you don't know me.
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Interpret it how you want, but once you understand what a sunset is to me, then you'll understand me.
