My eyes cant cry a river, so it just rains a puddle
if you'll look into its water you'll find, a huddle
of colours. A rainbow imperfect
Of the smiling yellows and the joyful reds
of the calming green, that had spread
like the mist over those meadows serene.
The painful black, the somber grey, had also found a way,
to enter my rainbow green
But for the sun that you lit in the sky of my eyes, a thousand such eclipses can I take.
I thought my dusk was eternal, and only the night was waiting ahead,
but for this sudden morning when my 15 yo self, came crawling out from being dead
give me a hundred lashes, and more I won't care,
for I'm still at my prime, I'm still singing and laying and whistling and running, in my dreamy flowery bed.
Jun 22, 2022
Jun 22, 2022 at 9:07 AM UTC
My eyes cant cry a river, so it just rains a puddle
if you'll look into its water you'll find, a huddle
of colours. A rainbow imperfect
Of the smiling yellows and the joyful reds
of the calming green, that had spread
like the mist over those meadows serene.
The painful black, the somber grey, had also found a way,
to enter my rainbow green
But for the sun that you lit in the sky of my eyes, a thousand such eclipses can I take.
I thought my dusk was eternal, and only the night was waiting ahead,
but for this sudden morning when my 15 yo self, came crawling out from being dead
give me a hundred lashes, and more I won't care,
for I'm still at my prime, I'm still singing and laying and whistling and running, in my dreamy flowery bed.