A lonely cold night
as a blanket of sorrow draped over me
without the warmth of comfort
a voice is all I asked
but I only receive a thought
a foolish thought
Eyes
how they have branded me
a picture perfect memory
something so simple
will they remember me?
I'll never know
do they think of me?
the way I remember
the amber within the baby blue
like sand meeting the ocean
rippling without much motion
a dream
something so simple
what does this mean?
the fear that hides in the core
behind the baby blue
I don't want much more
all I ask for
is a moment
between you and I
and the baby blue
but dreams come to an end
as much as it saddens me
Time is unfair
isn't it?
Time is a funny thing
time isn't perfect
time doesn't care
but like dreams
they allow us to prepare
for that special moment
that we can redeem
a lonely cold night
where is that warmth and comfort?
that might just be
behind the baby blue
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