Like the sun, you rise and conquer the world with light and set leaving us to face the darkness. Maybe if you're in a good mood, you'll bless us with beautiful hues of pink or purple as you leave.
Night didn't promise us anything. But in darkness, it's starry skies tell me a story of the descendants of the cursed . The number of stars represent the number of times the sun sets , and me having a heartache over you.
I'll have to choose between something so beautiful but temporary or something so dark with a story untold.
That's you right here, a descendant of the sun & moon.
- Sweet poison
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Belgium Nights
PoetryPoetical writings of a girl & her past memories. #7 in poetry 💕
