Pastels Poem by Alyce Crowley
Pastels
I don't know why,
I lay awake,
And I cry,
Your love reminds me
Of pastels on canvas
Something to paint when I am lonely
I watch your eyes
Change colors,
Again, caught, happy
How can this be....
Baby I love you,
I wish she would let us be.
I paint the darkness,
In cools,
Baby, I miss you
Why can't she just let us be?
Painting our lives in Pastels.
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4/24/2024 8:26:35 PM # 1.0.0.1119
the sound of sadness the sound of yearning the sound of hope so well done the heart hurts the mind marvels a wonderful poem