Sunday, June 2012
Sky blue eyes
Brown flyaway hair
She was a strong heart
Her voice spoke honey
Ebony deep abyss
An inky waterfall
That's who she was
Not the washed up image
In her words lay a wreath of flowers
Wound up around her head
When she stood tall
There was nothing that could move her
In the end of sunshine
Her sky blues weren't the color they were
But the inky dark seas
Of eternal abyss.
>>k.l
