disappointing me felt like
a miscarriage for happiness ...
like lying on the wide ocean all this time
but it's just a wet floor in a deserted room painted in blue ..
how bad it could be ?
for how long I'd give you my back trying to wipe endless tears,
hold back gasps ,
breathing in the blue paint ?
how far it'll take to brighten shine again,
to draw a sun upon a sky rather than wiping my back,
asking if I'm fine..im not fine!
