As I lay in my bed
Looking up at the ceiling
Which if you look hard enough
You can see the clouds in the sky
You might be thinking
How can you see the sky within a room
It con only be true if the ceiling is clear
But that's the trick
My ceiling is as thinks as yours
So how can that be
I will tell you how it can be
If you look harder than before
You will see that they are fake
They were painted on there
By a very skillful person
Who loves to paint
YOU ARE READING
Spoken from the Heart
Teen FictionI started writing poetry in 7th grade and my interest has grown from there. Please comment if you like them. I have had a poet comment on one of my poems and wish to have it published. I just need to find the right people to get my work out to. Ea...