D I V I N I T Y

IN THE MORNING THE SUN WILL RISE, BUT TONIGHT I WILL SETTLE FOR THE STATS

I've never been one for
s u n s e t s

I have always been
Far to in love with
Honey soaked b e g i n i n g s
To ever
F
A
L
L
For
Rose colored e n d i n g s

But the death of the sun
brings the night
And I have to admit
That the stars have always been
a p p e a l i n g