The Sky
The Sky
How easy it is for you,
To criticize yourself,
To call yourself ugly.
Perhaps, if you ever,
Had my eyes, you'd
Know how,
Your tears, remind me
Of the rain.
Your screams, of the
Violent storms.
Your anger, of the
Fierce lightning.
Your smile, of the
Radiant rainbows.
Your shyness, of the
Fleeting clouds.
Your twinkling eyes,
Of the bright stars.
For you are, as
Breathtakingly amazing,
As the sky above, and
Nothing less.