The Color of Melancholy
There once was a newborn child,
With eyes as blue as the western sky,
Beuty was her sister,
And innoence was her friend.
But as she got older,
Her father would scream,
Mother would never praise her,
And slowly her eyes faded.
And as time bore on,
Her Relatives died,
And friends moved on,
And her striking blue eyes began to dull.
Then war began,
And people died every day,
And mother Nature destroyed cities
And her eyes faded more and more.
Soon her eyes paled,
And with every passing day,
They grew fainter and fainter,
Till all the color was gone
And she could see no more.
And although her actions remained jolly,
Her eyes were forever Melancholy.
IamTheSun06 · Sat Dec 23, 2006 @ 05:53pm · 3 Comments
