Emberly

The sun always sets behind the horizon fading away covering us in the dark.. however the moon takes its place and lights up our peth with its glow even on the most cloudy nights.. roses die.. wilting away to nothing..crumbling in our palms to dust.. but another rose always blooms in it place like a burning pheonix rizing from the ashes.. the rain might wash the spider away but the sun comes out and that spider says fuck you im not dead yet -.-