Blue Sky
Blue sky,
we thought everything was fine
but in truth,
nothing was.
It was a story,
a small story that will never return.
Breaking your world slowly
into tiny pieces.
Can't seem to see tomorrow
through this black haze.
Helpless
crumbling
as the days go by.
Ripped apart by the hand of love
with nothing left to do but look.
Blue sky.
(May 31st, 2012)
Copyright © Courtney Ehman | Year Posted 2013
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