She is a sunset.
Pink and purple pastels.
She has everything.
You will never be a sunset.
You are the lack thereof.
All you want is a glimpse of light.
A sunrise perhaps.
But you will always be nothing.
Never to realize,
All darkness has light.
A star in the dark night.
To you, a sunset of vibrant beauty,
Delicate colors painting the evening sky,
A gentle hue of light cast across the field
To her, a darkness full of fascinating stars,
Endlessley twinkling in the night sky.
A world of mystery, yet the feeling of sanctuary
Both living in a comfortable ignorance.
Forever craving the perfection of the other.
When in the end, it was only an empty desire.