I don't like sunsets anymore.
I don't enjoy staring at the bright hues and that familiar vibrant color.
I don't like reminiscing the obscure past
It keeps on reminding me that some things don't last.
I don't like wasting my time facing the once magical sky
I only tend to question myself over and over again--why?
I don't want to look back on those colorful patterns of pallets
I only feel remorseful, sighing deep with countless regrets.
I don't want to describe how scenic is the painted skies,
It only remind me of your wicked, constant lies.
I no longer admire the orange, red, yellow, pink and purple streaks
It only pushes these damn tears to outline my cheeks
I don't care about how picturesque the view of the setting sun is
All I care is how to get rid of this mess.
I want to go back to who I was before¬
Vibrant, cheerful, full of hopes and vigor¬
That's why I don't like sunsets anymore.
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