It was the perfect time
for everything to go wrong,
wasn't it?
Yet it could never have felt
more right.
The cloudy blue sky
could've turned dark with rain and thunder,
and I wouldn't have noticed.
You made it so difficult
to keep my feelings
to myself.
Perhaps it would be easier
if you didn't feel
the same way.
So what are we
meant to do about it
except care?
on and off cloud nine
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. :)
