Life/Death

Opposites attract.

Blue Skies, Burnt Grass
The limit is your grave
Skeletons dance with souls
Smiles, and dried tears on their faces
Birds and cages merge to create life
When the birds escape, Death occurs
Black lakes, scorched eyes, and burnt grass
White teeth, blue auras, and white clouds

You create, and I destroy
I hate you
I'm sorry
I love you as well

Bones in the garden
Feathers in the grave

Author's Note

Criticism is always welcome.