Endless Words, Endless Opportunities, Forever Poetry

The sky seems to spin As if trying to catch up with the world As if it forgets the fact its already a part of it Already set in place, spinning systematically We are like the sky Forgetting we are all placed here for a reason Systematically spinning in our own lives

When you whisper my name its a sweet sound Like fire crackling on a cold night or that of a soft summer rain When you  whisper my name the feeling is surreal Like the stroke of a feather or the lightest touch of time When you whisper my name my senses ignite Like that of a fire on a starry night Our flame is forever burning into the sky Baby I'm the spark that you ignite

I think of the days when we were young The days we saw the best in everyone The days where fears were merely monsters The days where our cares amounted to the shapes of the clouds The days we believed with all of our hearts in fairytales The days when people were kind The days when we truly believed in life