you told me you liked the dawn because i reminded you of it, because i was the luster in your overcast sky.
you said that to me two weeks after we met, a little too soon for such words. i thought maybe we were just different, maybe you were the type to take things at a relatively faster pace than i did.
so i thought of what i'd say to you someday, that would have as deep of an impact on you as your words had on me.
romance, love, the sugar-coated words were never my forte so i looked up quotes online, all of which were too cheesy and corny for my liking. i never found one i liked, mostly because it didn't feel quite right to use other people's words to express myself, and also because they never conveyed my feelings towards you.
but i couldn't construct my own. my dictionary didn't contain much words for these kinds of scenarios so i came to a conclusion that i'd wait, and just settle listening to you talk and talk while i admire the amount of words you have in your dictionary. i was okay with that, since i liked watching you and hearing your voice.
but maybe i waited too long to find my own voice that you grew impatient. you left as quickly as it took for you to say that i was your dawn, and just as surprised as i was then, i felt the same when you went out the door.
now it's been months, and i've finally found the words i wanted to say, although now they would be unheard.
you were my dawn too, as much as you are my dusk now. you were like the first ray of light that brought along hope and every lovely thing i can imagine, and i was in love with the warmth that you bore. now you are also the darkness in which all of that sunk into, completely dissolving the blaze you brought into my heart.
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crimson
Poetry'here a seventeen year old with such a hurricane of emotions talks and rambles about her musings, and writes about lovers she hasn't met and heartbreaks she hasn't yet experienced,as well as others in its rawest state with the hopes that they may b...
