@EasedBlueSivan
How do I tell you
that you are not a dying sunshine,
but you are the sunset?
How do I tell you
that the sunset paints not only the skies,
but also smiles on my face?
How do I tell the sunset
that she is the freedom of the night -
And because of her,
you see stars,
The shiniest one, Mommy;
The one blinking at you, Daddy.
Aug 6, 2018
Aug 6, 2018 at 1:59 AM UTC
@EasedBlueSivan
How do I tell you
that you are not a dying sunshine,
but you are the sunset?
How do I tell you
that the sunset paints not only the skies,
but also smiles on my face?
How do I tell the sunset
that she is the freedom of the night -
And because of her,
you see stars,
The shiniest one, Mommy;
The one blinking at you, Daddy.
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