poems from the past {#5}
Blue Skies
The skies are gray
And the rain falls in sync
With my teardrops.
The clouds imitate my heart
And their sorrow drips through the cracks,
Raining down on my life.
Bending from the weight of despair,
Flowers bow their heads and
Let their petals fall,
As my dreams have already fallen.
I watch my hopes wash away
In the flow of sadness, and
I think about the way things would have been.
SHOULD have been.
Where are my blue skies?
I honestly don’t know what to say…that is so beautiful and heartbreaking. I remember my teenage years- one day you feel like you’re on the top of the world, the next you don’t want ti breathe, or live another second.
Comment by Mischa — October 11, 2006 @ October 11, 2006 at 6:11 pm
I think I may have read that one once… did you show it to me? It sounds familiar. I like it.
Comment by Megan — October 12, 2006 @ October 12, 2006 at 7:59 pm