Battered blue skies

I don't know how to say

All that needs to be said

But the clouds will billow

Billows and rolls

Conversations with Riz

Like pillow talks of life

Of truth, of love and honesty

What needs to be said

What needs to be hidden

What needs to be

What needs not to be

Battered blue skies

Bruised with the hidden lies

I don't know what I mean

I don't know that you do

But if words will suffice

I don't know will have to do

I can tell you things

Because you won't tell

You can't

I can tell you things

Because you won't judge

Though you may tease

But will I be accountable to you?