every morning
you are with
me,
in my thoughts
like a low
grey fog
that creeped
inside my
dreams during
the night.
making everything
a shadow
to my eyes
like a misplaced
painted
memory upon
my heart.
I don't even
know where
you are,
who you
have become,
or how
you still dance
upon all
of the
broken
dreams that
you have
left me
to salvage
my life
upon.
I just
know you
are here
with me
in this
moment,
until the
fog clears
and I
am able
to forget that
blue is
the color
of my
first loves
eyes.
Oct 21, 2025
Oct 21, 2025 at 12:55 PM UTC
every morning
you are with
me,
in my thoughts
like a low
grey fog
that creeped
inside my
dreams during
the night.
making everything
a shadow
to my eyes
like a misplaced
painted
memory upon
my heart.
I don't even
know where
you are,
who you
have become,
or how
you still dance
upon all
of the
broken
dreams that
you have
left me
to salvage
my life
upon.
I just
know you
are here
with me
in this
moment,
until the
fog clears
and I
am able
to forget that
blue is
the color
of my
first loves
eyes.