When the sun sets in the west,
The colors run,
Like watercolor paint.
A cold goodbye from the sun.
As the moon rises in the east,
Who’s forever changing,
It’s second phase a grin,
One welcoming the night.
When the sun sets in the west,
The colors run,
Like watercolor paint.
A cold goodbye from the sun.
As the moon rises in the east,
Who’s forever changing,
It’s second phase a grin,
One welcoming the night.
Loss is weird,
It twist and churns
Rippling the current
that is my reality.
For a while,
I was so fine,
I was okay with
The cards I was dealt.
I accepted what was—
Young and dumb,
That’s what they say.
Instead my naivety was in the way.
Engine revving like a hum;
My reminder I could go anywhere.
All I had to do was drive without a care.
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