A teeny tiny poem
Made me realize
That old sunsets
Don't matter too much,
It's how
You move forward
And allow yourself
To recover
That is
The most
Important
l.v.s
The poem in question is:
"He painted over her scars
With every colour he could find
Until she lost them in the setting sun."
-Atticus.
I refer to one of my exes as sunset boy, this poem fits perfectly.