My memories pile up
Like clumsy white clouds
Against a backdrop of pure blue
Casually bumping into each other
Without a "pardon me"
Or a second glance
Memories compiled of the days we spent
The days where every second was
Filled with feeling
Whether it be intense and passionate
Or lonely and desolate
I'm not sure if I feel anymore
Or if I've become like the sun
Lazily drifting in out of the clouds
Sometimes radiating artificial warmth
If only to try to keep others happy
And it's becoming harder to escape
The muddle of these puffy white shapes
And more and more nights
I'm spending lying awake at
Times of the night that cause overthinking in some
And pregnancies in others
Trying to blow the clouds off the
Remnants of my sanity
But I can't seem to find a way
To make my skies clear blue again
May 25, 2013
May 25, 2013 at 4:35 AM UTC
My memories pile up
Like clumsy white clouds
Against a backdrop of pure blue
Casually bumping into each other
Without a "pardon me"
Or a second glance
Memories compiled of the days we spent
The days where every second was
Filled with feeling
Whether it be intense and passionate
Or lonely and desolate
I'm not sure if I feel anymore
Or if I've become like the sun
Lazily drifting in out of the clouds
Sometimes radiating artificial warmth
If only to try to keep others happy
And it's becoming harder to escape
The muddle of these puffy white shapes
And more and more nights
I'm spending lying awake at
Times of the night that cause overthinking in some
And pregnancies in others
Trying to blow the clouds off the
Remnants of my sanity
But I can't seem to find a way
To make my skies clear blue again
