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Red Sky

Lying on the cliff side, you told me the sky
was bathed in blood, sunsets garish
gold in the clouds' rough tinsel
and that sunsets are nothing but worthless wishes
and whisperbroken goodbyes.

It was never anything akin to normalcy with you –
without you – I always thought that maybe
there was a greater meaning
to everything, or maybe we could be something more
than this, fight and struggle, or maybe
we could just run away together
from fear and cold sweats in the night
and the fire, all consuming,
eating away from inside.

And maybe we are not a part of something
larger than ourselves or maybe
we are selfish, or lost, or confused, but
all I ever wanted was for you to look.
At me, look at me, and
maybe see what I see in you, see
someone that is everything
to you, because to me you
are everything, this is everything, and everything
could go to hell for all I care
if I could be with you, here
forever drowning
under the vast, red sky.



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