If the skies were blue,
will they turn gray?
I guess we will know,
when we see their hurting pain.
Rain will pour,
like their is no tomorrow.
Time will be tired,
and stop.
What we have been hearing for ages,
will finally come.
The end of an era?,
not exactly.
The end,
Of our earth.
YOU ARE READING
if the skies were blue
Poetrywill you still remember me, the pouring rain and the empty bottles of wine. a small piece of art to devour slowly. hold my hand and let's walk the fields of poetry and vulnerability, as I show you a glimpse of my writing. (I know so cheesy lol)
