Skies in Perpendicular Angles

Skies in perpendicular angles, speak of days that have my heart in entangles.
With beauties that shine with whites flowers and golden hair, the heart of gold he will not care.
Blue, yellow, orange and black, he wasn’t looking to fall for love it was what I lacked.
Shadows go up against all ninety degrees, my heart shivers in the hot summer breeze.

I feel blue when I look at you

To turn fifty shades of pink and red was too mainstream, so the skies turned blue with a single glance from you. Breathing a heavy sigh, she prayed for it all to be thine.