the end of a day
we stare into the sky,
silence surrounding the painted hues.
you glance at me with sunken eyes and a broken smile,
sunsets or sunrises?
sunsets.
because even though a sunrise reminds that we’re alive,
a sunset screams that we’ve made it;
and that’s always the hardest part .
silence surrounding the painted hues.
you glance at me with sunken eyes and a broken smile,
sunsets or sunrises?
sunsets.
because even though a sunrise reminds that we’re alive,
a sunset screams that we’ve made it;
and that’s always the hardest part .
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