I’m a twilight girl, but if I could I would tread on the threads of dusk that swirl to take the light from us.
No, I should let nature take its infinite course-- I’ve only met the floral glow of your sunlight face, but I’m sure the moon will work magic on you.
The sky can’t take your ornate words or your infinite kindness no matter what it does-- but I’m scared to blink and lose you.













