A color to paint the sky

Looking for a color to paint the sky, 

I am grasping for a tune that's fading from my mind, 

Something about a girl with reckless charms,

Flittering hearts with every flick of hair,

Smiling back at those awkward years, life was simple, 

and love uncomplicated by the truths of life. 

Locked in

I haggle alone, with this lonely feeling, 

Eyes on the darkening sky,

Can't see any moon,

All these clouds inside me, are meanwhile settling,

Pushing back, on these walls enclosing,

I laugh loud at these jokes in my head,

Wily as my heart is,

All this silence has it reeling,

One hand on my heart, just to feel it's beating, 

Watch that face in the mirror again, 

These creases etched in my skin, 

A healing touch is what I have been missing

Song of the whistling hill

I think I am missing an imagined love, with the girl who ties her sunshine hair, in a bun that's smaller than the specs she wears,

I am lying sleepless, thinking of a few harsh words, that washed away our nothings, like a house of twigs in the pouring rain,

I tell myself so many times, this is foolish, to have a hurricane in my heart, for her who sleeps in another's arms,

But every once in a while, these long evenings refuse to pass, and I find myself staring at the forever far.