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twilights or northers lights None hold a candle to the sinkhole in your eyes You let me stumble in it The way your lips expand to smile, may light up an entire room
Today I woke up and wrote a poem. It wasn't about you, but you were in it.
Blue and silver stars twist together to create a flowing skirt behind her as he holds her closely by the waist, softly, gently, always so delicate. They dance, getting lost in the song.
I remain a silhouette A shadow behind an unrequited love The dweller of the mysterious apartment,Several floors above the cheaters and false loversThis is how they treat the poet