Our skies are unique colors
But mine seem fades the color
Using pastels to paint my sky
Snow be feeling hotter than the sun
Summer time be colder than winter trips
Clay becomes sticky while glue feels firm and dry
Communication going down hills so steep

Melanin increases as I get closer to your touch
As your touch deepens into my soul
You set fire on fire
Oh you're a sweet melody as it crumbles on my lips
You’re the ear warm that won’t leave but has left me all alone
“look the stars” they say
But all I see is dark.

Sleeping feels like death
Survival feelings  like work
Rainbows

By:Zoulaikha