The shadows of the clouds were darker than the clouds themselves,
which is usually how things work, but this was different.
The sky that was always so welcoming
didn't look so welcoming anymore,
but once they dipped behind the trees,
it did.
YOU ARE READING
Froot Loops @ Midnight
PoetryI don't know why I care about your thoughts so much. Who the hell cares why you're up at three in the morning?
