A poetic culmination of notions inside a teen's mind.
The sky is so pretty, it gives hope they say
Capture it. it's so real, surreal
It talks to me, to us in a thousand different ways.
The way it changes texture reminds me of so many things.
Blue signifies memory, grey represents grief
Pink signifies affection and black says just don't heave.
We lie facing the sky, it is a whole new vibe. We don't even produce a sound
We make cloud paintings and briefly giggle, it is just so profound.
What is worry, what is a frown, what is a sigh
Please I just don't want to know it now.
But alas, only if we could live like this
Hand in hand, soul in soul, and staring at the the beauty made for us which we now renounce.