She was like the sky,
A scheduled light with the blessed glow from the sun
A huge change, one that showed me darkness can come from light
Like how day can become night
She was like the sky,
A clear blue of sadness and sorrow
They focused on the flaws that clouded her beauty,
But I noticed the millions of stars that shone within her
She was like the sky,
Everyone wants to be the master of the heavens
But she was heaven herself
She was a sky full of so much hope
She was like the sky,
They hated seeing her constantly shine,
Constantly reflect her happy light,
They loved it when she shed,
They took her tears for fulfilling rain,
They prayed for her to cry, to stop all the shine
In order to supply for their desires and pride
She was like the sky,
And now she's more like an endless stream.
A poem about woman in general, specifically about my little sister. This speaks about how people are getting happier because of others sorrows and tears.
