I don't even have a clue
Why do everything feel so blue
I don't know what is true
Everyone is in their own hue
White candle in the goblet
My heart inside your locket
An ocean in the bucket
Your hand in my pocket
Blue is the color of the skies
Blue is the color of those eyes
You painted me in those blues
And hated me in those hues
You're like thunder on the moody skies
You struck me by those eyes
Everything dies
When you leave me your lies
YOU ARE READING
THE CLOUDWALKER
Poetry𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐄𝐑 (𝗘𝗫𝗣𝗟𝗜𝗖𝗜𝗧) - Living in my own words is better than to suffer your world. "THE CLOUDWALKER" is a collection of poems about the feeling of not belonging to the world, feeling of being trapped in the past, presen...
