And as it shattered,
the well-painted image
Of balance and strenght.
I saw the scars of crimson
On pale white skin
and felt the notes
of crying blues.
She was the earth,
spinning around my sun
trusting faithfully
Always there, for me
To send my warmth
I see her cold
And not the same
While rain raped colour
Someone has stolen
my earth away.
Cry, and be unseen
Shout, and be unheard
Love, and feel more helpless.
For where the scars of blues
has shattered the glass
the soul can lie too deep
to be reached.
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Submission Name: Depths of Soul
