Feelings That Have Gone Unsaid Shannon Muscolino
The sky that evening was just like lava— painted red and yellow.
You were in a room, Reading a book, Next to the table, Watching it set.
Some might prefer an ocean, Maybe a moon, Or perhaps an odd machine. But I prefer that night, That sky, Because although it is set, I still love you.
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