//The Sky-poet//
Taken by surprise,
I became a Sky-poet,
It was a pretty free fall,
That I romance the Sky.
No sound of heartbreak,
Stopped being uncoupled,
The Sky is my lover,
And I'm so lost in him.
None can see me cry,
But the Sky 'cause I'm his,
When with him I'll die,
A death of pride and pleasure.
And now I can never,
Love someone the way,
I love him : the Sky,
Nor I had ever before.
I'm not afraid to walk,
Barefoot on hazardous shards,
As I know that he will heal me,
Skyline falls and kisses me.

- @orla.writes