May 2016
Some people are born
With crystals in their eyes
And hope in their skies
Of blue and green watercolour dreams.
No such shimmering exists
In here. The glimmer
Of past wonder has long since
Been destroyed by fear of existing.
With crystals in their eyes
And hope in their skies
Of blue and green watercolour dreams.
No such shimmering exists
In here. The glimmer
Of past wonder has long since
Been destroyed by fear of existing.
~~ Watercolour dreams of being alive, dancing in the rain, hoping to survive.
Sunshine goodbyes disperse in the wind, dancing in light and dying tonight. ~~
Sunshine goodbyes disperse in the wind, dancing in light and dying tonight. ~~
