Wing it

The rainbow falls over the sky,

As she sits watching by,

The beauty of what lay deep inside

Still haunts her as she sits and cries.

The memory didn't die

Which creeps before her eyes,

Creaking stairs,

Naked showing all that she bears,

Closing and opening doors,

The face behind it in the memory,

At her chest he gnaws,

Why can't he just see?

The rainbow falls over the sky,

As she sits watching by,

But not as it used to be,

No colours are in sight,

And the blue of life is gone,

Black and white replaces its beauty.