i painted the sky for you
on the ceiling of your bedroom.
i painted the sky all night
just for you until my
hands were covered in
shades of blues and whites.
i painted the sky
on the ceiling of your bedroom
just like i had painted mine
so we would be
under the same sky.
i painted the sky for you
and you didn't look up.
YOU ARE READING
Almost | ✓
PoetryIsn't that the saddest word? Almost. Something with so much potential... but just didn't happen. We were almost lovers. We almost lived. These were almost stories. ●●● [ a collection of poems ] highest ranking: #3 [[ 08_03_16 ]]
