Treasures

they gave me their treasures on the street
his good word
bad teeth
her song
and cleaning

Lakeside painted kites in the sunrise

maybe morning was necessary
shedding skin
shedding sins
changing seasons
the clouds are pushing for spring
leaving my skies
winter's leaving my life
i need you to melt
i'll wait it out
but gray should only stay
for so long
i need blue
and warm skin
darker by july
december through march
this is goodbye