Poem I wrote a while ago

Went through my poems and found this one.

Tw (mild themes of melancholy)

The sun came out looking blue,

I sat at the ledge, looking into the abyss—

burning a hole in the cloak’s hue.

I was five every day,

Waiting for my soul to come out and play,

With the dead monsters resting beneath the sky—

With cold heart ice.

Blades of grass dancing high,

Beneath my soft palms upturned,

As I was kissed by the smile of the sky.

Diamonds blinding my mind

—a warm glow burned.