My Broken Skye

My broken Skye is falling
I pick up the pieces
It rained down your love perfectly
But now all of what remains is beneath me
My broken Skye
I pick up the pieces
I am hurting from the absence
The comfort of your squeezes
The Skye is falling I once cried
Soon I tucked into my knees because I thought I would die
But the shards went through me and I arose to find what was left
Was me standing there with a void seeking death
My broken Skye
My broken dreams
My broken Skye
My absent queen



Copyright © 2007 Domonique Murdock