My Beautiful Dark Sky

April 2, 2017

How many sunshines are there
Too many for them to be rare
They all shared the same qualities
But to me one was unique

Her light could not be bright
Her darkness was never out of sight
And she gave me my light

I could not live without the night
Forget her over-beautified light
And come back into my sight
You are the black sky
And I will always be your moonshine.

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