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.