the sky turns the lightest shade of blue
the clouds become pink, like the cheeks of a young love struck teenager.
This is the time where the day disappears turning drastically in to night.
The moment where people head to there homes after their long days.
When you look up at the sky, realizing that the clouds could be your blanket and the sky the ceiling that protects you.
YOU ARE READING
you're not a poet.
Poetryim not a poet. i just watch the world go by every second, minute, hour. like a normal person and feel my heart pumping through my brain
