No Longer Blue
When sleep eludes me,
What can I do?
When wounds won't bleed,
And those truths which I thought I knew,
About myself, are no longer me;
How does this crow fly in a sky which is no longer blue?
Where do you go,
When sleep eludes you?
When thoughts just flow,
And those truths about yourself which you thought you knew,
They're still a part of you; you know it's true.
Our memories, oh they haunt us so...
But you're still a beautiful butterfly; flying in a sky which is no longer blue.
-Jarred Shah
5/15/2020
5:35am
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