the sky is that weird colour again.
you know what i mean
i don't know how to describe it.
it's difficult to glean
it radiates yellow but it's overall blue
if you'd asked me just minutes ago
i couldn't even tell you
the skies like to trick, deceive and change
changing pigments one second to the next
i tell you, it's strange
sometimes they lay stagnant
sometimes they're alive with vibrancy
and it's amazing, it's beautiful
as far as the eye can seefalling from my curtains
and on to the pavement
trying to figure out
where that little cave went
there's no cave you say?
oh don't be silly, it's right over there
and it's a little bit chilly.but back to the sky now
and it's odd baby blues and light yellows
oozing subtle sunshine
and extremely quiet hello's
it's doing it's best to pull me out of that
hole
but i'm afraid it's failing
now that you know.i was afraid of telling you in case the magic wore off
but you just kept looking at me
with those big blue eyes and that gross yellow cough
and i couldn't resist
oh i really couldn't
so, i'm sad the sky has failed me
i really wished it wouldn't.
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cloudy days.
Poetrylittle bits of words seeping out through the clouds of my brain. let me take you with me as i soar among them in search of myself again. RANKED #1 in CATHARTIC as of 03/08/19 RANKED #4 IN CLOUDY as of 12/30/18 RANKED #19 IN CLOUDS as of 11/08/18 RAN...