Such a pretty color of blue,
The blue colors the skies.
The wind touches something hard,
And the brightness hurts my sleepless eyes.
But pure feelings fill me up whole,
Shortly healing long-forgotten wounds.
It gives such a blank stare its soul.
But an ephemeral feeling fades too soon,
And the emptiness takes its toll.
We walk the line between right and wrong,
Choosing a path is hard.
Both are so deep, we want to run along,
And never set down the cards.
It's a powerful thing in a song,
Like a sky falling in shards.
The sky is a beautiful color for me,
Such a dull, bland, and bright shine.
These tired eyes can barely see,
But I'll know what color is really mine.
So endless, eternal, and new,
But the feelings are just so sad,
And words to describe are few.
On clear days, it feels so bad,
And it's hard to understand too.
The color drives me mad,
And it rains like it knew.
The sky is so faraway,
The color is so real.
But I'm too tired anyway,
To know how it really feels.
 Ukeire · Tue Apr 28, 2009 @ 03:45am · 0 Comments |
