Waking up,
You can see a sky full of light colors.
It's what takes away the darkness,
And paints the sky with lilac and pink.
It's as if someone's painting the sky,
Just for the world to see true beauty.
Most of us now days,
Don't experience it anymore.
We're up late,
With the mysterious and dark sky.
White speckles trail across the sky in formations.
At dawn,
They fade,
And a smooth and a colorful sky appears.
Dawn's beautiful,
But not as much as someone I know,
A few people actually,
They shine brighter than the rest,
But nobody seems to notice them,
Maybe it's because they blind us,
Or maybe,
It's because they're hidden among those stars,
The ones that fade.
They hide,
But at night when everyone sees the dark,
They shine so bright,
Nobody could ever miss them.
I hope the always shine,
Even when the winter comes,
And blocks them out,
I hope they continue to shine ever so brightly.
And to Mr. Salty and his sarcasm.
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It's Just Us
PoetryThe 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.