A moment in the misery
was a sparkle of dark sunshine
that you left upon me
after your unkind words
wrapped in flowers
they felt like a warm breeze
after I was used to cold shivers
they smelt like roses
after living alone in this world
of empty gifts in a basket
No, I never thought you were true
or think of you as the one
All I thought you were
a person I could jump with
into broken waters
under blue skies in the night
blue broken waters
blue skies in the night
blue broken waters
turn my sorrows
into light
in the end, I can become
your swimming singing angel
making circles in the water
around your cold body
in the broken blue waters
even though your words
did not have meaning after all
you gave me magic sparkles
that can only be treasured
in the broken blue waters
Yes, I do enjoy everything
you do to conquer me
to make us swim together
even though we can’t hold hands
when broken waters begin to shine
blue broken waters
blue skies in the night
blue broken waters
turn my sorrows
into lightr
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Verawati Calmer
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wild water to shine
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By Verawati Calmer2 years ago in Poets
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