Poems. Made by me-abby

the skies are grey
can they come again another day
im sad enough as it is.

where are the skies of blue
what happened between me and you
im already as down as it is.

with a frown on my face
love became a disgrace
why did you do this to me

now im lonely heart broke in two
all because of you
is this what you want us to be

there are our problems that cant be solved
we dont know how we dont know what
its not math its real life

rain drops slowly slither down the window
like a snake as slow as it can go
wind blowing and whistles

the good thing about a storm is that
there is always a rainbow at the end
that lightins me up just a lil

the trees blow in the breeze
i want to let out my feelings with a sneeze
dont forget to bless me

my phone textless and callless
its like you are careless
i shouldve known.

there are our problems that cant be solved
we dont know how we dont know what
it isnt a math problem its real life

as we get older we get week
we think we get stronger but we cant seek
the facts of reality