As I sit there
And stare at the sky
With shots of gray
And orange
Where the blue
Birds fly
Across from me
Is you
Whispering why…
A shimmering gold
And white
With colors confused
But completely correct
I admire the natural
Beauty of your
Glassy eyes
Deep is your soul
But shallow is
Your heart
Weakness of mind
Is your suit
Along with the
One of shame
Of my distraught
Your flesh is warm
But your blood
Runs cold
My heartbeat is
Often increased by
The mere tone
Of your whimper
If I could
Choose a sky
In which to soar
I would most
Certainly choose the
One with shots
Of gray.
And stare at the sky
With shots of gray
And orange
Where the blue
Birds fly
Across from me
Is you
Whispering why…
A shimmering gold
And white
With colors confused
But completely correct
I admire the natural
Beauty of your
Glassy eyes
Deep is your soul
But shallow is
Your heart
Weakness of mind
Is your suit
Along with the
One of shame
Of my distraught
Your flesh is warm
But your blood
Runs cold
My heartbeat is
Often increased by
The mere tone
Of your whimper
If I could
Choose a sky
In which to soar
I would most
Certainly choose the
One with shots
Of gray.
Calliashi
thepreechyteenager
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