The clouds cast a shadow to protect us from the striking danger that lives in the sky to pour over you and finish you cause you are are not good enough to live. The sugary wetness falls on your head making you an angel for just a minute. And that's the time you believe , that unicorns do exist and you don't have to be good enough to live because just like perfection it too was an illusion. Perfection is meant to be an illusion where you hide away in the colourful rainbows 🌈 saving yourself from the danger that lies ahead. But you need to step out of that joyous shell cause life cannot always be rainbows and sunshines. Thunder strikes in the sky , giving you two choices , live or die. The clouds are not there and you stand there alone because world is a cruel place.
A/N : hello people, I hope you all liked this poem , though I feel it's incomplete but according to some people the ending's perfect.
-K⚓️rusha
YOU ARE READING
That's it
PoetryIs that it or is there more to your story. Because I still can't hear you.
