Sadly He Isn'T of a Very Rare Bleed

SADLY HE ISN’T OF A VERY RARE BLEED They make promises more than a hurricane spits rain Vows they mean to keep But then there are the ones who linger in pain Unable, with comfort, ever deeply to sleep They can’t keep one eye opened all and every night But wish with wondrous splendor they were able The days are spent in uncertainty and fragranced by fright When lasting love becomes, to them but a fickle fable All the blue blazes where pink used to be seen The black a reminder of power and might Some places actually seemed a little bit green But they recall days of daisies, dandelions and delight Sunglasses were the rule for the day no matter how long the sun slept Time to recall those days when his smile was your only need However wherein the closet his secrets are kept Behind the dark distraction of Gucci glasse Mr. Blood makes his Mrs. Blood bleed © 2011.….Phreepoetree ~free !~