Bury me in the weightless fog and call me skye,
Fly me away in a darkened night and surround me with your shades,
Let the stars be the only light when we're together,
And help me make myself whole again.
Piece by piece we interlock in a grip which can't be compared,
Drowning underwater seems easier than backing away,
Sitting on a cushion of hope and despair, i wait for the time to come,
To come and take me away to happiness and peace we find within.
You come back and you vanish again,
Testing my patience and heightening my doubts,
You're like the wind of cold that comes rarely in the heat of sun,
Refreshing for a second and indifferent in another.
the sky and the water,
Both the shades of blue,
Both alike you,
My mind in the middle of a sleepless night and your clothes in the chilly morning,
Both the shades of blue,
Both alike you.
blue is the rarest color to occur in the nature they say,
And its not surprising you're turning out to be the same.
-scarredknee
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strings of hope
PoetryA story of my short lived beautiful romance with somebody that meant more than a muse to me.
