Black coats on our bodies,
Dark Masks on our face.
Hidden in secrecy,
This is not a fairy tale place.
Lies are shown,
And truth is pushed away,
The rainbow is gone,
Instead replaced with black and gray.
Tears and sadness,
Fall from the sky.
Each beautiful moment,
Each precious minute will die.
Unlike a story,
No happy ending will come.
Until a tearful sorry,
Is what our self's will become.
Clouds in the sky,
Rain in the air.
Endings are looming,
Yet we stay unaware.
~~ this poem i couldn't finish i don't know why - when i wrote it i was scared about started something new - but now that the feeling is DONE i couldn't come up with and words that felt real...any suggestions??
