It's two in the morning and I'm still awake thinking about life. How the world moves around its orbit, how the sun gives us enough light and how the atmosphere produces oxygen to keep us alive. How words could either kill or show affection to people. Funny how we share the same warmth of the sun and gaze at the same sky at night when we're lonely.
But it hurts to know we don't share the same thoughts and love for one another. You're still in to her yet to me you're my sunrise, you're the poetry I read, you're the first star I see at night and you're my own kind of light.
Why can't it be me instead?
Playlist by Andrea
Art by Trianne
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