Thursday, August 25, 2016


There's a sunset slowly dying in the west, love,
Its painted colors gently fading into stardust,
The ethereal glow of twilight sprinkling glitter
     // of magenta, gold, and tangerine in your eyes.
Time stands still as you take my hand in yours.
And you whisper, I wish I could love you, doll, 
     // but our worlds are too far apart, 
And we aren't strong enough to pull them together. 

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