she is my cloud
my dark headed raincloud
my cloud parting ways for the sun
she is my cloud
cumulus, they call her
cumulus, i call her
yes, her eyes are like dawn
and they all call her cumulus
fluffy, puffy, smiles and freckles
she is my cloud, childlike innocence
smile, smile, hush, hush
my cloud is fluffy, puffy, and full of smiles
oh, but i cannot love her
no, how she drifts away with the wind
she is headed south, no, now headed west
tears, i realize, i cannot love her
advice, yes, advice on rain
i do not know rain. not the way
that i
know
cumulus
YOU ARE READING
rose petals and soccer balls
Puisithe first volume of poetry i've ever created. for everyone who's ever been heartbroken. i see you. • strong lowercase usage • (if cover photo belongs to you, let me know for credit!!)
