Sad if you're Sad

My tears are playing tricks on me. All this time they had me believe they were blue, but now I see a darker shade- of secrecy and despair. It's a crow's feather in my tears- it couldn't be what it appears. My love is suffering- she was shot by a small boy's BB gun. She's healing now, but slowly. I've applied all the bandages and salves. Sadly, there is still a dark tint to my love. She was once the white of a seagull and the clear blues of the ocean. Now, she more resembles a crow's deep feather.. She stays in one place now- she has grown and thinks it wise to rest. My tears then come to my love and tell her she needs to fly-there's a better life in the sky. There is a coldness in my vein-although my skin is warm. I inject happiness, but it only reminds me of isolation. I'm in love with a giant flower- who feeds me day to day- but he can not hear my language so I get unhealthy things. His pollen is a sweet blue , with a touch of despair and somehow I believe my tears come back for the flower. They tell Love a story of flying high - but they are stuck on an earth's flower. Love may have died today if it weren't for the tears. They let go and they flew all the way up with Love, shining with the most harmonous of color. And the black crow fell, dead, to the ground, and rotted as the flower withered with time