Make a note on the blue skies

Pen touches the paperEvery night as I sleepmemoirs of the dayEtched on paperForever as theInk dries I am the makerI am the madeWhy make it sadWhen happy it can beFoolish is the onewho cries Every moment reframedThe way I wantedAll sad ones made happyEvery defeat turned to victorySome truths aremade of lies For the scriptContinue reading “Make a note on the blue skies”