And now the season’s changing –
if only I could say our hearts have.
What once was can no longer be –
for you’ve all but buried me in the grave.
Blue, purple, black and peach,
the colors of my bruises sing.
A melody of pain, love, and trouble –
a true makings of a summer fling.
A story of a thousand photos
some with laughter and some with shadows.
My mind is in shambles,
bearing the scars of my internal battles.
What was once pleasure
will now be my demise.
The sinking of a hundred suns –
my world is about to capsize.