Red Skies in the morning....

She sat there looking at a picture of a beach, with a red sky and orange sand. She had been plagued with dreams. Dreams of the past, coming into the future. A poem reaked havoc on her mind, and looking at the sky no longer seemed to comfort her.

Music plays in the background as he tells her how he feels. She feels stupid and confused. The streetlamp lights up the dark night, he walkes away and she is left crying. She loves him, but he seems so lost. She let it happen, and in fact she wanted it to. Neither would it be the first or last time it happened.

She would make a sad attempt at mending. Most things she said would be laced with the sadness that only a broken heart felt. Afraid that she meant nothing, she would still go on giving her all. No longer would her skies be sunny and blue. She would wake to a red sky every morning.