The day smiles at me along with the world dancing around me
The sky falls asleep
The smile plastered on my face says my enemies have fallen so what is there to fret about?
But as bright as the color pink my day runs rather blue because all this summer was only rain knocking at my door
A book I saw with a pretty cover
My pages run torn apart some only holding onto the sticky clear silicone that tainted the beauty rightfully in its original state

How did I get here?
When did I foresee this happening?
I knew though didn’t I
Something told me this brightly burning flame would falter in the wind but you blew out that candle…