I watch the sky slowly turn more gold
as the clouds consume the sun.
Everything feels hot and I can't help
but wonder if you're the one.
Maybe it's just my thoughts
making up things that aren't true.
How I wish I could go back
and tell you that I love you.
But I stare at the gold skies,
and try to get you out of my mind.
The clouds are now drained
of color as it gets darker.
Now all that's left is the dark sky,
and me wondering if it'll ever get better..
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Time to Fly
PoetryTime to Fly is a collection of poetry that I wrote about my own thoughts and feelings. I hope this will help you find comfort and make you not feel alone in this journey called life as we go through our struggles together. Includes mixture of poetr...
