"Here, here!"
They cheer
"Look up, at the sky of the year!"
"It was away for a bit,
But it's back today!
We love it more this way.
Absence makes the heart grow fonder, after all!"
"Oh, how we love the sky of the year!"
They cry, tears of joy glinting in their eyes.
"Beautifully blue, not a cloud in sight
The sun isn't hot enough to burn our eyes
The fields seem a million times greener
And the breeze is blowing through!"
The children run through the fields
Screams of happiness and laughter echo around
But here I am, not making a sound
Yes, hooray! For the sky of the year!
What they never see, though
Is the sky after dark
When the sun is gone
Then is truly when the sky of the year
Lives up to its name.
𝑇𝘩𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑢𝑡𝑖𝑓𝑢𝑙 𝑡𝘩𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑜𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑛 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑔𝑜𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑛 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘𝑒𝑑.
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Bleeding Hearts
PoetryI write, because I am.// Too many emotions, // Overflowing, // As my heart bleeds // Words onto paper. // I write, // Therefore I am. ------------------- Cover credit goes to @WattAnOtaku OHMYGODTHAN...
