That's the thing about love
it's as limitless as the sky.
You fall and you fall
only to end up bruised
For what you thought you could hold on to
turned out to be thin air.
Love is like the sky
for it turns pretty colours,
everyday more beautiful than the last.
The colours they fade
and turn into darkness.
The sun rises and sets again,
So know,
tomorrow's colours hold something new,
for you.