I'm sorry sincere sky for making you cry, I dreamt a thousand tidal waves, but they never came, there was no other way of putting out the summer flames, they gave me a reason to blame them on the seasons pain, through shame I've saved a thousand lives, exposed their stripes opaque, and made them better than mine, I crave her lips pressing against my face until my blood pressure drops below my ribs pleasure points, the rain just kept pouring, but I kept soaring calling upon a happy ending story sore from flowered floors, as I continued to climb higher through the treacherous mountains, I left you behind to drown, to die from the skys never ending leaking eyes, peaking over summit clouds, I'm so sorry sky for making you cry crystals, because of a mystic tall tale lie of mysterious wind chimes, the best I can do is frame this portrait of plastic felt paint in tomorrow's hard cover book of sorrow, in this courtyard of fate.