I struggle to hold on to you.
With love comes decay.

Green eyes telling you lies.
Brown eyes painfully seeking the truth.

Green hides, loathing, despondent.
Green is actually blue, the darkest shade perhaps this is true.

Brown discloses, inflamed, aggrieved.
Brown cannot discern the truth, troubled mind resides.

Green wants dissolution

nothing lasts forever, good or bad, so take in all the good, and don't sweat the bad

stop
and make time
for the things you love,
or the things you love
will stop
making time for
you.

And then the blues
Here they come
The sun has finally gone to bed
Here they come