sunsets used to be my favorite thing to see. they were beautiful with all it's colors and hues and pinks and blues. beautiful just like you.
you were a sunset in every sense of the word not only because you were beautiful but because when you left at the end of every day i was never sure i'd see something as beautiful as you ever again.
i waited for you, and sometimes you'd show but you would never stay as long as i wished. you greeted me with warmth and kissed me goodbye in a matter of seconds.
one day you never showed and the sky grew cold and turned black, your beauty i longed to see. but a sunset like you i never saw again, as the sun set on you and me.
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poetic
Poetry(poetry): -literary work in which special intensity is given to the expression of feelings and ideas by the use of the distinctive style and rhythm; poems collectively or as a genre of literature. - a quality of beauty and intensity of emotion regar...
