she is my cloud
the wind comes along and my eyes are locked on the Cloud that passes by with it
the Cloud with perfect eyes
the Cloud that does not need the sun to shine
But rather the cloud that outshines the sun
the Cloud that sparkles more than each star
the Cloud that isn’t afraid to go far
the Cloud that doesn’t apologize to rain
the Cloud that is more famous than a rainbow
the Cloud that continued to drift on by
Taking up the sky as it goes
But a cloud is just a cloud
But still I love it proud
And say it loud
This cloud I’m so happy I found
This poem is about:
Me