I look out each morning
At the sky and all of her colors
I wonder who paints her
Who creates that beautiful artistry
That painting that the world gets to see
The sky is a reflection of those lost
When I am gone
Look for me in the sky
Maybe one day
I will paint it special
For you
STAI LEGGENDO
What Life Is
PoesiaThe poetry journal of a senior in high school. Raw and virtually unfiltered emotions from someone with a lot going on.
