I love looking at the sky,
Sometimes I see it cry.
Sometimes I see it rage,
It releases all it has had locked in a cage.
Sometimes it seems lost in thought.
Makes me think of all the things I've fought.
Sometimes I see it's clear,
Makes me feel like I have nothing to fear.
Sometimes the sky sees me,
And it sets me free.
(April 29, 2017)
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Poetry[It seemed unfair to just delete these] Lines to a story that never quite reached my tongue. (These poems are all mine. Please don't steal, cause that's rude af and you'd probs see me in hell for that, like you could just ask bro, no need to steal.)
