I would rearrange the stars to show you're the brightest.
I'll hide the sun to show you also know how to shine.
Your light will always be the center of my life.
For you I'll become the sun burning with evil fire.
When you rise in the morning, I'll be rising too.
When you set in the evening, I'd still stay awake.
Moon may reflect our love, but it can never capture it whole.
Those craters on the moon bleed hole in our love.
And the outer space has tainted our love with stars.
No, not tainted, it has painted our love with those twinkling lights.
Because we are the artists, and the world is our canvas.
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A shorty made in comments of BurningFireWithin's book Ten Word Stories.
