How I miss the orange sunset,
And our careless bets.
An innocent time free,
Free of all non glee.
But as seasons go,
Our relationship we throw.
Split between places,
Destian to not see each other’s faces.
But then we did,
But of companionship we were rid.
Now, I still see the orange sunset
Even when dark, hopeless, and wet.
When the light is present,
Courage makes like a pheasant
So now I just sit in my corner,
And imagine how I would have adore her.
That beautiful orange sunset, and the walks,
That's when we made our talk.
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