I was trying to write a poem
about how lost our generation is
when I went outside
and saw the most beautiful sunset
since yesterday.
The kind with purples so deep they could be oceans,
reds so raw roses must be wilting on Mars.
And every generation has these sunsets.
I don't care what wars we've fought,
or meaning we've failed to find.
We can only be so lost,
as long as we have these sunsets.
"We can only be so lost,
ReplyDeleteas long as we have these sunsets."
Trevor this is fantastic! You always write the most legit stuff.
Hey remember that time we had sociology together and never said a word to each other
ReplyDeleteYeah, I just wanted to say I regret that
(And, obviously, this post is great)
you still amaze me. and i know i'm not the only one.
ReplyDeleteI miss this
ReplyDelete"when I went outside
ReplyDeleteand saw the most beautiful sunset
since yesterday."
Oh, goodness I love this so much.