As the day fades into the night,
Feelings fade too.
Like the sun slowly setting below the horizon,
The night rises and the day will start anew.
But the sun wont rise again,
At least not for you.
I don't have the courage to say,
I don't miss you that way.
I miss the feeling I had,
The ideas and dreams we shared,
But it all faded away,
At least the stars are pretty in their own kind of way.
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Behind the Flowers
PoetryBehind the flowers of my facade. A collection of my poetry. Oldest to newest.
