Early sunrises
Turning the clouds into
splashes of
Yellow paint across the sky
If heaven looks like this
Then it will not be enough
The globs of spun cotton
Floating above my head
Glow
Like they are
promising me something
But if they only have heaven to offer
Then it will not be enough
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We Write for Fear of Silence
Poetry{My soul put into words. Writing is how I put myself back together again. Writing is how I love.} **all poems are mine** HIGHEST RANKING: #30 IN POETRY & #1 IN TEEN POETRY
