He was twilight
You were dawn
And I'm a lonely stargazer
Watching the sun move in and out of view
He was twilight
With his ephemeral existence
The explosion of hues in purple skies
The chills down my spine
You were dawn
With your comfortable warmth and chill
The sun beams dancing from my windows
The tingles on my fingers
I'm a lonely stargazer
Rowing my boat through unstable seas through twilight and dawn
Wondering if the stars look back while I'm looking at them
Witnessing the skies change colors against my will.
STAI LEGGENDO
Black isn't a Color ➵ poems
Poesia❝ Black isn't a Color, rather, the inability of light to reflect off. ❞ A collection of poems from the confused soul of an antisocial adolescent, who doesn't know where they belong, and where they don't.
