When the sky crys is it because of the death and hurt she has seen.
Is it because of the lies she has been told, or is it the disappointment she saw on a young mothers face as the father to her son decided things were too hard and walked away.
Maybe she cried for all of those she has seen fall out of love.
The sky has seen it all
She's seen the mother hurt as she buries her only child
The father not being able to make ends meet.
So sometimes yes the sky crys,
But sometimes she also shines as she witnesses the couple's first kiss in the park,
Or the young boy learning to ride his own bike.
Like the sky we cry,
but like the sky we must also shine.

And slowly
But steadily
You are giving
these poems in my head
Meaning
All of the rocky and wild paths in my head
Purpose

Now I know the purpose of those shooting stars we used to lay under
Its not the glow from rocks moving through the earths atmosphere

Its a war

She fell in love with a dream of someone
He fell in the love with blond curls and curves
A touch of skin and sight of brallete made him feel human
He was cool to the touch while she was warm
The poetry they made silenced all his bad dreams, but awakened hers