My silver lining's changed to jet.
Developed wings and flew away.
The cloud's filled up with tangerine,
A scent of orange fragrant rain.
I hate oranges, unless of course they're Christmas time satsumas.
My eyes sobbed aquamarine tears,
Never a boring shade of blue.
My heart became a tennis ball after playing many games.
And did those feet walk upon England's green and pleasant land.
Like hell they did.
These feet danced on the hilltops, if the mood was right.
Paddled in river's and slipped on stepping stones.
They fell,
Fell in love.
Got picked up by the lover.
The one who surrendered to my love without even trying.
My feelings for him fell into the stream,
together our smiles are dying.
Now she's the one.
Who's sometimes still crying.
Not as much anymore.
All done and dusted.
Two ice cubes drifting away down the river of dreams.
(C) Livvi