I don't know why am I writing this
For I know I'm done with all the poetries
Tired of making people my subject
Scared of being left alone after
But here you are giving me hope
Giving me reasons to write again
Finding myself holding a paper and pen
Seeing myself smiling again
Haven't I told you yet?
Why do I love to call you my "Sky"?
Though you can be my sun, moon or star
And I'd love to compare you to them
But naah! I still want to equate you to the whole damn skies
'Cause those beautiful things are nothing without the skies above
I don't even know the reason why
It's just that when I met you, I was looking up and staring on it
I love you like how I love the skies
I'll love you even if the sun, moon and stars are not visible
I'll always admire you on your daylight
And I'll always be at your side even on your darkness.
