summer’s day
he clouded my vision
in the best way
painted it with rose-tinted wisps
as clear as day
against the bluest of skies
I began my foray
into the hardest love
and a dream that would betray
For all the ones who loved but never thought they would also lose. A tribute to wearing rose-tinted glasses, love-drunk in the honeymoon stage, falling head-first into what you thought would be a sandy-soft ever-after. Assured that rose-tinted was crystal-clear. But instead, you wander through a rocky beach, before landing face-flat into a hard end.