Clouds
We always were on
different levels.
I, with my two feet
on the ground.
You, floating above
the clouds.
Above reality.
Nothing I do or say,
Seems to matter.
Nothing reaches you
on your perch.
Time and time again,
I watch you fall.
Plummeting.
Eyes closed,
Heart, wide open.
As if your prince
will catch you.
And while you fall
you are happy.
Blissfully unaware
of the ground
rushing up at you.
When you realize
he's gone,
It's too late.
I'm always there,
Picking up the
pieces.
I beg you, to stay
down here.
But you never
listen,
You cast me aside,
And return to your
clouds.
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