grey

your frozen tear is my amulet

and your eerie mind so desolate

serves as a map

of a long forgotten land

where birds used to fly

high in the sky

milk chocolate was flowing

in each rivulet

where sunsets were amber

scarlet, rose and violet

but, now… the sun never sets

the chocolate is bitter

and the birds

they have no wings

my dear, your grey matter

is way too damn grey


Copyright © 2017 Oceauxnic

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Author: Georgia

writing is my medicine

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