Sweet breezy evening

Admiring the clouds

Sweetness in my hand

Colorful and round

Yet fate can be cruel

at the snap of a finger, all of this can go away

The wind blows harder

I struggle with my grip, on the grass it falls to stay

Sorrow comes over

It's like this was planned

Like I was meant to suffer

Tastes incredibly bland

If only I could've held harder

Tears running down my face, was this shift deserved?

Missing the pleasure I had

In-between the blades you lay, your screams silenced and unheard