sunbeams burning our once fair skin
running towards seemingly  nothing, but what is in fact the unknown of what we will turn into
the sunset was so pretty that day, the sky was on fire and we were infinite and electric

the sun wasn't the only thing that set that night though
with its last rays, you last sparks for me burnt out
i was a fire, like the sky and you were smoke the same colour of the fog that hid the stars that night