Blue

Blue eyes come easy,
Blues eyes are made of pain,
Saw life tumbling, tripping, falling apart,
While calling her name.
Hence this, hence that,
How could she ever understand,
What ever is going to happen,
They look at her with pity, then shake her hand.

Blinded by their mistakes,
Life will always be like this,
Conscience dark as night by now,
It’s just how it’s all so convenient that makes her miss;
How life used to be,
Floating around on a purple cloud,
Without any guilt or nightmares,
Fulfilled with hopes, sheltered from doubt.

They bump her head into the walls,
To make her forget her past,
Push her down on the sidewalks, scratching her knees,
How long will her survival last?
Dancing among bushes covered with thorns,
She is the leaf upon, pretending to be,
Another she, in another place,
Growing flowers for them to see.