Trash or treasure, shiny or dull, break or bare, silver or gold? Gold rain and fallen trees. Gilded wings and aqua colored eyes, fresh water with a salted aftertaste. Sunny beach time, and sand full of mystery, you were my ocean, why did you change? Bright loving eyes, transformed to the darkest pit of the blackest ocean. I told you I was happy, you bit me back. Yelling and shouting attracted the rain, though it was your eyes now, that brought the storm. Beat away the light, you swallowed, my heart broke, shattered pieces gathering at my feet, blue nail polish, and bleach burning my cheeks. The way I saw it, you desired a rainbow, you had to put up with the rain. so, who desired a hurricane....