Different Colors Made Of Tears

Somethin’

filled up

my heart

with nothin’

someone

told me not to cry.

but now that

i’m older

my heart’s

colder

and i

i can  see that it’s a lie.

children

wake up

hold your

mistake up

before they

turn the  summer into dust.

if the children

don’t grow up

our bodies get

bigger

but  our hearts get torn up

we’re just

a million little gods causing rain storms

turning every good thing to rust.

i guess  we’ll just have to adjust.