Poem <3

Some day when all I have left is my masked feelings behind prison bars,

Would I be left with a myriad of shards?

And some day when the lawn is no longer green, 

Or the sky is no longer a soft blue,

Would things still be as they were told to see?

Some day I might know, might know lifes true hue,

And some day I might move on.

-Written by bvbbl3z