Sometimes Blue and Gold
I see blue and gold when the sun sets.
Sometimes the gold isn't always there,
Sometimes it doesn't come back.
Sometimes it is brown, or even black;
As the view from the window gets bigger.
It suffocates me.
And the blue isn't always bright,
Like the ocean shown with light.
Sometimes it's white, pale,
With a sheen of gray.
A cloudy sight.
People tell me that today is a present,
but sometimes I feel like the sun is slow to set.
There is one thought that is constant.
About how much I hope for the sun to not rise at all.
That way I can finally breathe.
No more repetition, or emotions to hide.
But I guess sometimes you just gotta
See the blue and gold set
From someone else's eyes.