We're in the business of misery here
gray skies
clouds that don't know what they're fighting for
and crickets,
who dream of kings.
We're in the business of sadness here
tears shed
in calculated coldness, make them feel
just the same,
orange flowers in the first frost.
We're in the business of insanity here
never again
words and words keyboards covered in ribbon
pink and
moth-like in their own dreams.
We're in the business of misery here
cold blue
eyes you cannot see on you tell you
'it was never real'
not the same as crickets and kings.
Author notes
Written randomly, just about feelings and the weird images they conjure. Thanks for reading. ^_^
Please tell me what you think
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Loved it!Best wishes,Dream.
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Beautiful Maria! I really love this one. Just...everything! Looks like I'm not the only one feeling weird things these days, which is a relief. Feel the weirdness with me? xD
Great job as always, love ya!
~Hannah
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Ah yes, the weirdness...ahahah. Thanks, Hannah. (IT'S TOO C-C-C-C-COLD!!!!!!!!!!!!) ahem. ^_^
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