She is the sunrise of any day,
but you are the starless velvet
of New Year's morning.
She might be a spark or a candle,
but you are the fireworks blasting
into the sky on the night of 31st of December.
Happy New Year my love.
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purpose (spilled ink)
PoetryThis is how I feel. [words strung together, expressing emotions i will never understand] it is my PURPOSE in life; to find, to fulfill, to feel.
