I've been exchanging love letters with the sky and finding comfort in loneliness
She and I share the same kind of eyes
Some days they're more brown than others
Some days they look so black that it's hard for us to see color
And that's okay.
Because we both have our rainy days, sometimes thunderstorms or hurricanes
but we always recover.
The sky finds comfort in the way she's portrayed
The boundless supply of passion that runs through her veins has made me addicted and eager to learn
My ballpoint sets the stage for romance in a ballroom
She's been teaching me to dance