The clouds are yellow.
The Sun shines in purple,
why would I ever see in black
even through my black shades?
I still keep my nights insomniac
always trying to forget,
trying to remember
those brief captivated moments of vulnerability.
I fell down
and like it wasn’t enough I went beyond down,
that’s why the sunshine looks so pretty,
it’s not real
as unreal are my memories of your smiles.
Could I rotate the world around,
dive into the Sun as it burns less
than burns my pain for not having you.
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