A cloud looks so soft
Floating in the sky above
But no matter how much you reach you can never touch it
Like a bird with permanent broken wings
You are forced to watch it float perfectly in the air
And as time goes on, so does the sky
Changing from a bright blue to soft oranges and reds
You watch as others fly together to the clouds
Soaring higher and higher
While you are still tethered to the ground
Hoping
Longing
Waiting
For the day you fall in love
