Feeling Blue

When the mountain of hate crumbled, I fell in the puddle of love, an arrow struck me when I stumbled, and sent my sorrow up above, into the clouds, way up high, and long it will remain, far away up in the sky, until hate begins to rain. In a matter of seconds, you walk back out the room through the doorway to the corridor of gloom. Should I follow, should I follow, I don’t know what to do like there’s no tomorrow, I’m filled with sorrow these dark days make me feel blue now confusion breaks into my mind, and slowly shatters my heart, rumors mixed with secrets, I find taking me back to the start, a lonely space, a lonely time, filled with numerous memories no one to talk, no light to shine.