Humble sky blue
puddle tears
please do not bring up my fears
they are to great
to even come close to understand and appreciate.
Do you really understand the color blue?
seriously, the sky is what you choose?
the sky isn't really there.
like air.
Now scorned by heat
the blinds tar.
You fell away to be from a far,
like a stained glass window.
Like a shield.
Colorful, beautiful, but still a shield.
like the promise,
the promise that you broke.
Now pieces remain,
but the frame still stays.
Open.
Now,
the tree named Willow.
becomes the stain,
sorrowful but alive.
Like the choice you chose to make.
COMMENTS
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NoctusAngelusProcella
15:11 Jun 11 2011
lovely words, you may also inquire, are we really there or is this an angels dream??