For Alyson
She's a caretaker, but she doesn't take care of herself.In a world so bright, she has been brought down.
Every night, another town.
My love for her goes on like the midnight sun.
It's undying.
Though it may seem like it's gone, it'll come back brighter everyday.
The love expands, it grows.
Like a beautiful rose.
Beautiful, yet with thorns that will cut & tear.
There will always be a fight.
Yet at the end of the night, I love you.
And that's all the matters.
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