I feel like I'm stuck in a cloud.
Somewhere always moving even when I don't want to.
I'm always being pushed by the wind.
I get lonely because I'm alone in my own little cloud.
I cry and it becomes rain pouring out of me.
Over some place or someone.
it may be a short storm with the sun coming out after or a long storm with loud bangs and bright flashes.
After the long storm there are still dark ominous clouds following.
The mood stays in the area even after you leave.
But once we move on, we pick up all the evaporation even when we don't want to.
And repeat the process over.
We can help where we go, it's where the wind takes us.
And along the way, you meet unexpected people.
The sun is like the fake smile we put on our faces we are hurt.
The moon is the friend who lets us hide in the dark and knows how we feel.
He keeps us hidden from the whole day we had to take on.
But clouds dont just stop. You always have to keep moving. Keep going.
YOU ARE READING
You were mine once
RomanceThis is just a collection of poems about love/heartbreak and they each have a story for you to find out :) -JL