An odd sort of Poetry · words for the boy who broke my heart


I had painted a perfect life for us:

The sky was orange.

The grass was blue.

You loved me,

And I loved you.

The sea was gold.

The mountains red.

I closed my eyes each night

And woke with you in my bed.

Our little house was yellow.

The car was green.

My hand in yours,

We took the scene.


I showed you the canvas when I thought it was time.

You let it fall to the floor,

And called it a crime:

You said the sky was grey,

And the grass was brown.

We were never meant to be in the same town.

The sea was green,

And the mountains were white.

Now I think that maybe you were right.




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