The
many shades of sunset skies pour out across the lands,
and
the billowing clouds above stretch out their wispy hands.
Caught
between the summer sun, and moonlit evenings that follow,
a
porous heart cries out, with an echoing against its hollow.
The
misty perfumed air leaves a rosy colored trail,
but
an empty love encircles, and leaves the spirit frail.
Restless,
but still dancing to the only song it knows,
it
glides through the phony smiles and many proud egos.
A
glittering wonderland of magic, hope and love,
is
all that's seen through the eyes of this enchanted dove.
Alas
it's all but a dark and wretched facade of loveless smiles,
the
tyranny of souls creeps over the land for miles.
Searching,
always searching for its true counterpart,
is
the yearning for this broken and somewhat crackled heart.
Dainty
stars come out to play across plum colored skies,
just
as the loneliness pours out from her tired eyes.
A
belonging is there somewhere is all she's ever been told
trapped
in a world of things so cruel of stature, greed, and cold.
The
souls that wear their veil of pride peel back her reverie.
Blinded
by the gloomy anguish, she struggles not to see
Fictitious
joy flows through their callous veins,
and
a vacant, empty shell is now all that remains.
Piercing
her flesh like a thousand daggers and traps,
the
frail one shrivels down, to a broken heart collapse.
The
many shades of sunset skies will never now be found,
a
fractured beaten heart, now lies upon the ground.