another imagined poem.
Lonely as a snow flake
everything is becoming dark blue outside
the snow light blue
feeling ill with the pain of knowing
that I’m lonely as a snow flake
and my life wont last long
soon as i hit the ground
i’ll die alone
blue casting down from the sky
oh the blue color of a new world
life after death or death itself
i feel the same way with her again
up in the clouds
i remember her like a faded dream
with left me waking up with a question?