cold as the ocean
she flows like rain
down the street
to the water again

devoid of colour
she splashes and cries
under the lamps
with no light in her eyes

crackling like thunder
she sits by the river
toes in the water
and cobble beneath her

grey as the clouds  
her salty tears shine
she loses control
to the storm of her mind

We're all different colors
people
minds
hearts.
But we are the same
spirit/love
kind
and world
so why do we treat each other so differently?
We're a world with people crying.
We're a world with people hurting.
Do we stop and ask ourselves...is it worth it.
Is it worth the time
energy
seconds...
to break someones heart
mind
and world.
We see inside our little box almost daily.
Why don't we try to see others the way we
want to be seen.
We're different in mind, hearts, and speech
and thats what makes us beautiful