Poetry

Pastel Skies by Ben Robinson

I’m sad for what we could’ve been,

I’m sad for what we could’ve had,

I’m sad for the world we could’ve made,

And isn’t it scary,

How I know my way round your body,

I know your pains, your truths, your lies,

I know about all your pastel skies,

Yet I know about your goodbyes.

 

Now we pass in the streets,

Acting like our lives never crossed,

As if there’s no love lost.

 

It’s so crazy that I watched you break up,

And I was there to clean it up,

Now we make passing looks,

Because both our hearts are stuck,

In a place they can’t be.

 

When we’re sat on the carpet,

Deep down we both know it,

It was almost perfect,

But not quite.


Follow Ben on Instagram @benrobinson137 and on Twitter @BenRobinson2016

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