The sky is grey, tears falling down
seems to mirror my gloomy frown
perhaps, it weeps for me
for it knows my weary heart

if my blithesome facade remains
hiding my face behind a mask
will it stop pouring
soaking my already drowned self?

maybe, the sky is my reflection
everytime i look at it, the sun carves a smile for me
maybe, if i paint the sky blue
the weight on me will be gone
for it is my reflection
as long it shines, i will too.



© Rylereve