The sky was once blue
The colour you adored
The ships would sail through
That closed and open void
The fish would chatter
Their song so pure
As you cried in that corner
Your face crumpled beneath
That tainted mask
Where is your happy face
Is it beneath the pillow
Can you feel your heart
Or has it gone hollow
Does it matter, do you care
Stuck in that lonely looking chair
It creaks and groans
But their is no might
Where is your happy face
Is it lost in time
Or simply no more
YOU ARE READING
Oh, How Cold And Treacherous
PoetryA short poems that I hope you all like or relate to This is a picture from google.
