Saw her name spelled in the heavens
Written in a loving shade of gold.
How she added beauty to a sight of which,
Nothing ugly could be told.
A gradient sunset,
Whose departure leaves the world so dark and cold.
I welcome the night.
But not the truth she sleeps inside another home,
Or knowing some nights she won't sleep alone.
How can i feel that ive been stolen something that I never owned.
Sep 5, 2016
Sep 5, 2016 at 1:34 AM UTC
Saw her name spelled in the heavens
Written in a loving shade of gold.
How she added beauty to a sight of which,
Nothing ugly could be told.
A gradient sunset,
Whose departure leaves the world so dark and cold.
I welcome the night.
But not the truth she sleeps inside another home,
Or knowing some nights she won't sleep alone.
How can i feel that ive been stolen something that I never owned.
