There is a brewing inside me,
something shifts,
I glance at my shoes but those are just as blue
I am wrapped in 5 shrouds of modesty
yet I cry out foul,
If only I can undo my words...
but that's all I am proud of
It's been long since I wrote,
held pen with a penny,
I was at ease;
but nowhere close
I still have your butterflies in silver,
it sits so close to my neck,
I no longer reek of nectar but I am sure;
there's lead somewhere
So something happened today...
and I saw you again,
After ages of death, torment in my head,
and dreams of others,
I know my eyes were wavering but how do I explain?
I only write when I am disturbed,
and today, you weren't any blue.
It bothered.
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