oh look atticus again
a sky full of stars and he was looking at her
it was her chaos that made her beautiful
i kiss her and forgot how to breathe
it just didn't seem as important at the time
when she hurt herself
i always imagined God
in a cloud
watching
crying
wondering why something
so beautiful
would ever want to destroy itself
YOU ARE READING
Touch the Sky
Poetryfor anyone who has ever been told to get their heads out of the clouds.
