rarely notice that I'm breathing
but I'm breathing anyhow
I rarely notice that you're with me
You're still with me, even now.
The sky is blue behind the grey clouds
I swear it's blue, though I can't see
and while the rain brings down its gray emotions
I swear you're clear as skies inside of me
3 comments:
I really like this one.
Thanks Tammy, I appreciate your feedback.
I just read it again, and I think it would be a good one to make into some sort of plaque with artwork. Don't you?
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