#Random

Blue sky, running at the end of horizon,
Slowly fades the memory of you,
Gasping through the wind while dreaming,
Hoping for the rain to ever come see me,
Put it back,
Don't take it away,
Put it where it belongs to,
It's not what you think it is,
The iron heart,
but The fragile glass,
never shines, only glares,
For it maybe,
the final stares.