That glass was rose colored,
I don't mess with broken pieces, because thier left back there in the sand somewhere.
Smiling, because the only reason I would want them back,
Is carving red ruby crystals,
Harvesting hearts,
And the energy that doesn't do a damn thing to contend with me.
Laughing, as now it's foggy, and I hate it here,
Reconstructing faces, it's amusing,
Upside down and melting,
As frosted the glass grows thick with winter's frozen sleet.
For I left the rose colored glasses back inside a desert's heat,
Somewhere across the nation's vastness.
YOU ARE READING
When Sanity is Lost
詩歌And I just couldn't stop, before I knew it I was picking the pen up again. My second book in process this is soon to begin editing once my last one is done. As always hope you enjoy and find my insta @these.are.true.feelings
