Listen to me.
Listen to me.


Don't fall for the boy with curly brown hair.

Don't fall for the boy who treats you with a blanket of clouds,

and when he sees you he floats into the open air.

Don't fall for the boy with utter oceans in his eyes,

Don't fall to fix him when you see the sad grey clouds in his ocean eyes,

Don't hold his hand don't dare to try

Listen to me,

take my advice.

Don't you dare fall for the curly headed boy with ocean blue eyes.

An open book,

her head in her hand,

let me write,

let me draw,

please for once,

let me escape,

my black sadness,

my empty numbness.

Clouds
Bubbling, frothing,
Fluffy blooming mass
Grey white
Scattered across the air of blue
A million, billion raindrops
Forever changing
Living monsters
Morphing,
Shapes to beings
Oblivious of gravity,
Or people’s wishes