Paradox.

You’re the stars in the night sky, the sunshine on a cloudy day

You’re my morning cup of coffee, the reason I wake up every day

You’re love poems, beautiful, yet devastating

You’re graffiti on the walls, making people

Look at you in awe, before being painted over again

You’re the knife people cut themselves with

Drawing blood, but craving more

You’re old buildings, crumbling into pieces

You’re candlelight dinners, and slow waltzes in the ballroom

You’re the thirty first of December, and the first of January

The beginning, and the end

You’re the candle, lighting the dark

But burning yourself down

You’re the most beautiful sunset,

The one people travel miles to see

You’re a mass of paradoxes, devastating in your beauty.

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-The Girl Lost In The Bookstore