The sun rose up
- so did I.I woke to see
the fleeting sky -but when I turned
to see the trees sway,You cast a spell
And turned the skies to grey.What went wrong?
I tried so hard to see.But the promises you made,
were destined to not be.
![](https://img.wattpad.com/cover/65290363-288-k233790.jpg)
YOU ARE READING
Prismatic Memories
Poetry"i. they tell me they cannot comprehend art. where art is, whispers reside. ii. i tell them that the only art i need are the words that bleed onto paper. iii. they tell me it doesn't work that way. there are compromises for art. sports. scie...