I'm sorry,
I couldn't keep...
This comely butterfly mirrors our moon
With fulgent shades that glisten and swoon...
The tears I’ve cried
Made an ocean...
The Color of Goodbye
I do not know the paints to use...
The prince of darkness came for me
There was no chance for me to flee...
Death-
He comes in forms of fake smiles...
If I showed up inside your day dream,
As I suspect I do...
This is my world,
the one I created...
..break me down with the slightest touch,
and leave me leant upon a crutch...
... it rained today, and yesterday
my bluey sky, growls black and grey...