you spoke sweet things in my naiive ear

and i gobbled them up, swallowed them whole

believed them like i know the sky is blue

on days as long as years, me and you belonged

wholely to each other.

i found consolation swimming in your blue eyes,

found hope as i kissed you awake

then the days, years ended

and dust collects on my broken heart,

so much that all my tears will not wash it away.

i know now that the sky is sometimes black.