Crimson Sky

I close my eyes, I hear the lies. I open my eyes; I watch the flies. In a meadow of perfection, I retrospect. I run through the grass, and to the pond. I wash my face, I remember the bond. In a meadow of perfection, I introspect. I let the tears run down my cheek. I remember loving the boy so meek. Disapproval from all for a love so different. I remember losing my love and then the depression's contend. I watch as the sun dissipates and the moon ascends. Looking back at my mistakes, I wonder if I was foolish, if I even tried. And the gods once again smite my sins as I sigh into the setting crimson sky.