And I don't want it to be over,
because that means no more sunsets,
and I've never really liked the feeling of the sunrise,
It's too familiar.
And washes out my favorite stars,
The ones I wished on,
because I wished for you,
and all the sunrise brings is ungranted wishes,
and unfinished poetry.
Jan 1, 2020
Jan 1, 2020 at 2:00 AM UTC
And I don't want it to be over,
because that means no more sunsets,
and I've never really liked the feeling of the sunrise,
It's too familiar.
And washes out my favorite stars,
The ones I wished on,
because I wished for you,
and all the sunrise brings is ungranted wishes,
and unfinished poetry.
12:00am
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