The thought of being away from you
blackens my thoughts,
black tar slowly mixes with the bright colors
the rainbow slowly fades into fifty shades of grey,
my whole drive grinds to a halt,
I regress into a state of melancholy,
I stand above the hole in which
my happiness is being buried,
I'll wait night and day
until I see that blessed breathtaking smile.
Feb 21, 2016
Feb 21, 2016 at 8:03 PM UTC
The thought of being away from you
blackens my thoughts,
black tar slowly mixes with the bright colors
the rainbow slowly fades into fifty shades of grey,
my whole drive grinds to a halt,
I regress into a state of melancholy,
I stand above the hole in which
my happiness is being buried,
I'll wait night and day
until I see that blessed breathtaking smile.