“All was golden in the sky
All was golden when the day met the night”
–Panic! at the Disco
When the sky is the ocean
and the dandelions are the suns far away,
I find my self slipping into love
with no one.
When the sky is a marigold
and the leaves are the petals,
I can’t help but feel that, somewhere,
waiting, are my pending loves.
When the sky is inside my heart
and the branches are the throbbing veins,
I realize my eyes are blazing
because none of my promised kisses have arrived.
When the sky is the blindfold
and the sidewalks are the drought in my lashes,
I find no one slipping into love