Through the eight-paned stained glass window, I sit and stare and ponder the snow as though I am a single solitary flake falling slow with no Worry of leaving the sky.
I float on air carried and ferried by wind flow As I gently come to lie on the blank covered ground low Below the sky stretching grey over white as a plateau Of heavy clouds on high.
My undying love for you couldn’t ever be quenched. Not with the salty water of all the seven seas. Nor put out with every tear drop from every drifting cloud above all the four corners of this blue, blue earth.
Our every kiss, was cast in shade. each time your presence, had my day made, it was the dark of night, or rain, or cloud, the pathetic fallacy was screaming loud, yet I ignored it, for I loved you, but now I know, I wasn't meant to.
Your presence, your love Lifts me upon cloud seven Though I'd rather spend my time With someone else Perhaps on cloud two For I am to afraid Of falling deep All the way Again
Sometimes you are just too afraid of being happy because there is always that possibility that you could lose it all.
I am cradled in inescapable darkness, kept alive by my perpetual insanity. These clouded eyes and purple skies hide the secrets of a lifetime; hiding away in the shadows from my own truths in order to free myself from the lies I once told, the mistakes I once made, yet there is no escape.
