Jul 2019
when the dark skies were here
the words wrote themselves
from the blood pouring from my veins.
now the blue skies are here,
the hot days are now,
as a result the blood has dried up.
the words have gone with the clouds
maybe this is the time to focus on the blue skies
and not the gray skies that once were.
the words wrote themselves
from the blood pouring from my veins.
now the blue skies are here,
the hot days are now,
as a result the blood has dried up.
the words have gone with the clouds
maybe this is the time to focus on the blue skies
and not the gray skies that once were.
hey, hey, hey! I've been gone, huh? my sadness has been so much better. unfortunately I found it so much easier to write when there was so much turmoil inside of me. but I'm gonna try to stop waiting for my next downfall, and the fear of getting bad again. I will try my best to find new words, words that come from these blue skies.
