The sky is on fire,
smeared with bright pink clouds,
a fierce orange hue burning
from the sinking sun.
I lay down here,
on the cool grass
prickling against my bare skin.
my breathing slows,
and my heart stills.
I wonder if the sky misses the earth
like I miss you.
Far from cloud 9
YOU ARE READING
Titles are Overrated
PoetryThis is the equivalent of Notes app on your phone, so yeah, exposing myself. I guess it's considered poetry. Enjoy. :)
