The sky is...

the c olour of you r e yes when yo u're cryi ng. it's fa lling as we s peak bu t there is n't an ythin g i can do a bout it. hel p me keep u s aflo at, as yo ur tears car ry us t o the cl ouds abo ve our he ads.

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Apologies if you struggled to read this one; tried it in the style of E.E. Cummings (Isn't it so frustrating when great poems are written by not-so-great people??) Quite pleased with it but I do think the style does a lot of the legwork - do you think the poem would be as interesting without all the line breaks? Let me know, I would love some more engagement with you all <3

C x