What was it that you used to tell her?
That she deserved better?
That from her clothes to her smile she was always a stellar
You stared at her eyes and knew this wasn’t an error
Had conversations for hours and praised her for being so clever
You wouldn’t mind this forever
However sometimes it scared you
But she was so such a stellar
You wouldn’t mind giving her your last umbrella
Even if you got soaked because this is something you hoped for
And that’s how you knew, your sky was always dark, and she brought it some color
Poetry & Self-Awareness 
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