by neutralfleur
perhaps there’s a reason
the more precious things
in life
are so fleeting
and escape us
with one gust of wind
i used to be so angry
at the sky
for raining on so many
of my friendships
allowing them
to drown in time
but now i paint stars
across paper in thanks
i attempt
to bring the sky to me
and i hope it’ll help me
make wiser choices
about what
and who
truly matters in life
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