blue-sky research / what's left

so you want more affection to add to your distractions contraction?, the snow it bleeds a sky so grey today, of memories what's lost not gained pretty, reliving awful yesterdays, we can't see the other side we forget obstructed views can't see blue skies, no longer blind, paint a portrait to be seen of hopes and dreams, stain the canvass carelessly, (take the present as a gift reversal, make the message of what's left), so you plead for attention to add to this dimension contention, the stroke of time just hides the safe to reign, the choke of loss despise our taste, and our soul's honest side which leaves us just to be our own disguise