The sky was once so

Beautiful and bright.

We would always

Soar threw it at night.

With all our might

We would try to reach the sky’s height,

But that was until he didn’t meet

Me up in the sky.

He wouldn’t tell me why.

And I would cry. But still

Dry my eyes and say

,”Everything is fine.”

Because how can you tell

Your loved ones

That you were dying inside?

The sky used to be so bold.

It looked as if it were made of

Silver and gold. But now,

The sky full of stars seemed dead and cold;

A place one so magical now hurt to behold.

-aubrey