Gaze meaningfully searching for the lights that flicker.
Finding it such a mesmerizing sight when the leaves curl as they burn.
Looking forward to the strange color of death in autumn nature.
Dancing with the shadows that are cast over in such little light.
Oblivious to the friendship of the sun and spilling secrets to the moon.
Attracted to the reasoning behind a villain with a true moral of the story.
Head in the clouds when the sun falls rather than rises.
The truth is that I truly like you.
You see your reflection as a dark poem.
I see it as the form of art that humans connect to the most.
You are the paint spilled in pain to form something gorgeous.
To create something, we can hold onto.
A piece of lyric or verse that has fallen from the storm.
Not caring whether you are silver or gold.
I will walk with you if the lit fragments of the sky have fallen.
I will run with you if the darkest nights spin wildly.
I will forever and always be holding onto you.
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