Clouds
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A sunny day for us who smile at each other—
Isn't it? Being committed to something?
Before, I just wanted to see your simple manner,
But rain just took everything to be nothing.
Clouds were so lonely for a mysterious soul,
A soul that passes by without my permission.
Pouring rain keeps me drowning and covers the hole.
Memories of nothingness are a bad intention.
You built me up, but then I gave up.
It's for me to know; I'm so sick of it.
I'm lost with your ego; I don't need your map.
When you need to know, I don't fit.
Hard to tell everything just for another confusion.
We are smiling, but now the clouds aren't watching.
Understanding someone isn't as easy as confession.
I will let the hunters be, as we are the foxes for hunting.
Let those souls, egos, or what they possess—
The clouds will always welcome us to watch them.
Don't choose a path that will lead to recklessness,
Be a paper to write fancy things using my pen.
YOU ARE READING
Cornelia Street
PoetryThrough sonnets inspired by Shakespeare, I finally reveal the intimate secrets I've kept hidden for so long, even though I'm afraid no one will hear them. They capture the anguish of unspoken emotions I've never been able to say out loud, hoping for...
