The shape of the Sky

 
Converging thoughts
Between reality and surreal  
Your memory stood in between these tears  
Like the shapeless forms of clouds above us  
Your love was a stroke without an artist's guide.

Quietly,  you came like a flimsy smoke  
And dijected me  from my lonely world  
Everything was nicer i thought  
Till you spead your true worth

A massive clouds you've become  
Scorning the life that i  treasured once  
Pretense hovered like a mishaps  
And you became the nightmare i would never have

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