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Grey Clouds from the South
The sky keeps on asking for tears from my eyes,
Global warming will leave us loveless, saltless.
It was a summer scene,
you were laying on the ground,
Shards of grass cut your wrist,
The grey skies coming in from the south.
If you continue to lay there the scars will wash away.
If I continue to stay here everything will wash away.
You need to know this,
I need to tell you this,
That it is all fake,
Just like your absent kiss.
Keep on living without me.
Keep on breathing without me,
See how long you last without me.
I'll disappear into pools of green,
You'll disappear into fear of loving me.
Very stimulating. I imagine here that the grey skies meant more then just rain and unpleasant weather. Love was here, and in this moment it slipped out of your fingers and into the wind.... helplessly.
I love it.
~Kristi
"It is a terrible thing to be so open. It is as if my heart put on a face and walked into the world" -- Sylvia Plath.