I wish to paint the clouds in colors
Colors which represent my mood
But then again... that would be selfish
What if we each get our own cloud
They would be gifted to us at birth
We could be able to do whatever we want with them
Cover it in our favourite chocolate flavour, hug them, fly right into them
This one cloud should be ours until wo do them harm- or when we die
The thing about clouds is they can suprise you
They might leave for a long time
Than come back
You would feel its presence, still might be too afraid to face it
And by cloud, i mean the person your heart wouldn't be able to dare losing.
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