Silk Merry

The foundation for a poem, I may organize it sometime in the future.

{c: black}{s: 2}
a dream, the hill behind the building
we rolled and rolled until he came
i stared, blinded by your aural gilding
a beauty lost to me, head hung in shame

then, you went poof and up like smoke
life's just too complicated for us to rest
standing up shouldn't make me choke
i'll get stronger for you, don't be depressed