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.
We feel in such a deep way,
flooding our veins throughout the day.
Some let themselves feel,
then move on, as if it wasn’t a big deal.
Some cling onto their emotions,
causing commotions.
Some push it away,
For every word I can’t say,
I try to write it down,
but at the end of the day,
I know I’ll never find the words.
They jumble together,
like the sunset’s melting colors.
For every excuse I make,
Comments
Log in or register to post comments.