Nasty-Girl

I look up through the tree claws At the cold grey sky A dead leaf falls to the ashen street And I want to cry. Life seems dead And my tears feel dry My wings curl deep into my skin Forgetting what it is to fly. Wind blows cold while It weeps warm rain Stuck in seasonal purgatory Where each day feels the same. Nothing gives me joy and yet It doesn't give me pain Hard to see who's winning In this dull and boring game Magic is lost Expected is found Watch as all the flowers Curl and retreat into the ground. Everyone falls into step each day each day Color melts and fades to shades of grey. Can't really say I'm happy Can't