If I could paint the skies with colors of you
But only would it remind me of the pain brought by you
So now I took them down by one or two
But then you chose to break it through
Now that my walls came crashing down
The fires cooled, my shields are loose
My skies again turned a hazy dew
I’ll paint them again with another deep hue
Blending it with other colors so it will be glorious anew
Hi! This was the brainchild of my previous post because this baby was conceived after I pondered on my single life HAHAHA viva single life!
By the way, I could say that this poem isn’t about love, but it seems it is. I’ll let you decide on that one. Nonetheless, I guess today’s my lucky day.
What’s your take in this one?