wrote this. it makes sense to me. only me. probably.

Stolen.

The sunset stole you.

And I cried out in myself about your going.

But the sunset consoled me.

And you cried out about me forgetting to miss you.

The sunset broke us.

And we cried because we wanted to be each other's

but the sunset won.

because it was more beautiful than our love.

and the sunset saved us

preoccupied our longing heart

yet the sunset brought us back together

because I found you, watching the Son I was watching.

And he was brighter than the sunset that broke us.

And that's what made us close.

The sunset stole you

and the Son returned you.