For-filling Thirst

Black and blue,
The skies I always see,
Future bleak so true,
This is really me,

Rose’s petals fall,
But never reach the ground,
The thorns of the rose call,
For their petals to be found,

The ocean crashes,
Into the earth,
They crack from the waters lashes,
Never to give rebirth,

These words were put together,
But came out in a fantasy,
All the rhymes flow down a river,
For-filling my thirst.

(I have no idea what this is or was about)

©Samantha Jayne Reed
Wrote on April 19th, 2005