Of deep blue waves and tear stained skies,
Ripples of green and seldom highs,
Clattering branches and cool Autumn winds.
There is beauty in innocence
And evil in sin.
Oh how my auburn eyes,so beautiful in their adolescence,must face this burden of staring upon such misguided souls. Hearts of blissful wonder and certain adventure stand prominent but in the background lies uncertainty. A darkness that casts its shadows of gloom and misfortune over haloed beings.It rises above cotton clouds and it stands so tall it can never come down.
So here we are,
And right now we're forced to conform,
Seal our mouths,
And bow down.
But when we try to make a change,
We're told we don't matter.
Society cares about beauty.
And if we don't fit in the crowd,
They tell us we're lost and we need to be found.
But in the end there will be silence, amidst the cool blue there will be pages of writing. In those words we will vow to fly. Our letters will be wings and our speech will be our flight.
We will be fearless where all others were fearful.