Fiction - One Million Hundred Tries

Blue Sky

The greying room
Seems distant now
Words and stares and faces
Blur and Fade
Surrounded by
Just feelings how
Everything remains so unexplained

Fly away, fly away
If only black were crimson
Jasmine fills the room
Voices fade to whispers
And the laughter ends too soon

Cover up the lies
When the time of day comes to
Everyone who tries
And I want to hear it calling
And I want to see
How I long to feel it all
In cut away from me
And I want to hear it calling
And I want to see
How I long to feel it all
In cut away from me
You've got to
Fly away, flay away...

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