One, two, three, four--
The whispers drip and drop.
The sky is denim, dull and blank,
Just like your hollow, vacant stare.
Lead me to the place where
I, I can only dream,
I can only dream
And ponder shades of amber
That sometimes change to green or maybe even blue.
The whispers drip and drop again
And pour out like a child's tear.
Don't leave them behind like the shine of the sun;
Don't leave them behind like the silver-lined clouds.
Capture the secrets
That fall from my grasp
And don't let them run
Like the laughter in song.
Promise me shelter when
The rain comes along;
I've rusted enough
To last us forever.
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The Lion's Book: A Poetry Collection
PoetryAll of my lovely poems that I am so terribly proud of. Comments/Feedback are greatly appreciated. Please enjoy! :)