Love is Not A Blue Sky
She liked his Romeo eyes,
so tried to be a soft Juliette.
In her blood, hearts rise,
but how real is a mystery yet.
She thinks about amber skies,
milky clouds in a creamy sunset;
too young for indigo sighs
that mask the broken lovers fret.
With you, I'll gently break these ties,
sing a new song, see what I get.
I know the grey, dingy cries
that echo from this oubliette.