Clouds poetry

The last call ended it a l l

You laughed and it sounded like music

To my ears it filled the atmosphere

Bright and colorful

I believe it was the drop of blue to the ocean of clouds

That made me take a picture every then and now

And the glimmer reflection sunset to the beach

Ink that made me move my pen swiftly like wind

To spill words on paper like silk lace velvet

melodies unboxed at night under the lamps light

Now the silent strangles me like an intruder

A lemon for a child's lemonade cold ice drink

Now my eyes hold forgotten people like castaways

I no longer water your garden

You no longer grow for me

A bad apple got caught mix up in the fruit bowl

So we had to throw the hole thing away

We couldn't pick it out it would've been to easy

Love—

It was poison disguise as future remedies

Magnificent put it there and it was my job

To save you

I had to throw it away before it destroyed me

Destroyed us I had to save you I'm sorry

But Please forgive me.

-ashes poetry