The Colored Sky
the world is beautiful with a warm colored shy.
the emptiness changes in her eyes,
as she begins to cry.
she know she s not alone in this world,
but she stays away and plays with her knife.
she wishes people could understand her pain,
but it wouldn't be something they'd gain.
she goes to bed looking at the colored sky,
with the emptiness still in her eyes.
Copyright © Anastasia Denny | Year Posted 2015
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