Sep 2018
When the sun sets
And the skies are painted
In light orange streaks and hints of pink,
It signals the end of a day.
And when a warm bluish purple
Transforms the night sky into
A yellow sunrise, warming the Earth,
It signals another start of a day.
But why am I filled
With a desire
To only see a sunset
To signal an end to me as well
And the skies are painted
In light orange streaks and hints of pink,
It signals the end of a day.
And when a warm bluish purple
Transforms the night sky into
A yellow sunrise, warming the Earth,
It signals another start of a day.
But why am I filled
With a desire
To only see a sunset
To signal an end to me as well
Another end of a day, and I'm tired.
I'm so, so, ******* tired, but who am I to complain? Everyone's ******* tired, I aint special.
I'm so, so, ******* tired, but who am I to complain? Everyone's ******* tired, I aint special.
