Dreaming of you when I am wide awake and thinking about how your skin glows when the sun peeks through your blinds makes my heart ache.

Fixated and hypnotized by the way the morning light seeps into your caramel hair and adds new highlights that were never even there.

The moon has begun to hide himself in your evening skies, for he is envious of how the sun cannot keep her eyes off you and the way she lusts after everything you do.