Dark Sunglasses

Dark Sunglasses

Dark sunglasses and rum

I thought I needed them

The rain was about to come

Blues and darkness at helm

Some tried, and then slumped

Blames, flames and strums

Thoughts strained on which it strung

Then, like smoke they plumed

The days of swinging over

Relentless was the makeover

Compatibility under cover

Those days I thought I lost all my power

And the sky went red

Like the amber, I read

The rain, always my friend

Stayed away at the end

There's always a clear sky

Which brings on warm smiles

Taking away the cold cries

Of the clouds, making life dry