Crying Skies
Crying Skies
You lay there dying
Waiting to meet your maker,
Or is it your maker is waiting to meet you?
You face your crying friend and ask him to lean down
You ask him to keep on living for both you and him
When he says he will,
You smile and look up at the crying sky
That is when you put your hold your hand up,
Close your eyes, and simply disappear out of your crying friends arms
When you open your eyes and look around
You see clear blue skies, falling white feathers, and
Your friends
That is when you know you're at heaven
DarkBombayAngel,
Hi hi. I like you to tell me your opinion of this. And there is a poll where you tell me if you think it is a story or a poem.