You are the sunset on the most beautiful beach
I am the sunrise on a slow Monday morning
You are a flower bursting through the concrete
I am a **** in your grandmother's garden
You are the iconic lights in Paris
I am the sewage drains in Chicago
You are a poet's work of art
I am just another mark on the page
You have the beauty.
The perfection.
The smile
And the laugh.
But me?
I will stay here.
Lost in your shadows.
May 10, 2014
May 10, 2014 at 4:41 PM UTC
You are the sunset on the most beautiful beach
I am the sunrise on a slow Monday morning
You are a flower bursting through the concrete
I am a **** in your grandmother's garden
You are the iconic lights in Paris
I am the sewage drains in Chicago
You are a poet's work of art
I am just another mark on the page
You have the beauty.
The perfection.
The smile
And the laugh.
But me?
I will stay here.
Lost in your shadows.
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