I see the skyline, When hot red and enthusiastic orange, Rot into cold blue and numb dark. Look the times of bygone eras Past; the energy that goes before The inescapable sundown. It was your developments and your touch. The embraces where you held my shoulders. The occasions when I was drunk and played with your fingers. Also, to have heard you say 'I love you', To me; That'd make my head fluffy, Ears buzzy, Vision go awry. It would respond to questions, Ask some more. What's more, leave me with lost goals. Since I don't have the foggiest idea how I feel. You don't all things considered. Us, stuck in a labyrinth Of unlimited questions and fears and stresses and Fervor. Sending us into a rage. Be that as it may, I'm left with one inclination, That it's disturbing, Our sun setting, What's more, me appealing to God for a sunrise.
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