When the sun goes down,
I do miss him.
I wish he could stay a little longer.
Ten minutes
Twenty minutes
Maybe an hour?
Could any time be enough to show you what I feel?
Could it be enough for you to show me how you feel?
So could you stay past the sunset?
Watch the blue sky turn into a beautiful red and orange mix?
As it fades into purple?
Soon,
A dark blue
With stars of all colors.
Look at the stars.
We could name them.
We could crack bright jokes,
Under the dark sky.
Make the dark brighter.
You always make the dark brighter.
Even when you cause it.
You manage the dark in me to be brighter.
How does that make you feel?
Knowing that you have the capability to do that?
Does it make you happy, when I'm happy?
I know I'm happy when you are happy.
I know I'm sad when you are sad.
I know I'm upset when your upset.
I know your happy when I'm happy.
I know your sad when I'm sad.
I know your upset when I'm upset.
Isnt it strange how when I sleep bad you sleep bad too?
Maybe it's just a coincidence.
Is it tho?
When it happens all the time?
I dont think it's a coincidence.
Do you?
But when the sun goes down.
Were both dreaming of the stars,
And naming them,
Together.
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Firework's and Symphonies
Non-FictionWhat is it that drags me to you? That makes me crawl, that brings an ever lasting urge to our lives together. We walk, We run, We skip, We hop, will our ties always be what we wish of them?
