Maybe if you feel like crying
I can be the shoulder that gets wet.
Maybe if you feel like laughing
I can tell you more jokes to make you smile.
Maybe if you feel like dying
I can write you a list of reasons to live.
Maybe if you feel like nobody cares
I can hold your hand and tell you everything I love about you.
Maybe if you feel like you love me
I can snuggle into your arms and love you back.
But maybe you aren’t crying,
or in love with me.
Maybe you can be that to me.
The Cloud Child
Innocence is the first drop in a bottle of rainwater
White paint with cotton balls
of pure puffs, floating above the people,
as they look up and wonder what shape I am.
Or if I really need a shape
to be an innocent cloud...I’m just a cloud.
As a cloud, I know I’m not allowed to do things
Like rain on the people’s dry, done up hair.
While my buddy, Mr. Sun is out.
But I like to anyways.
He gets mad and sometimes goes away
It’s my turn to shine my shade on the humans.
As a cloud I’m trying to stay out,
5 more minutes, I’ll let you have your turn Mr. Sun
I just want to play and watch people run
As I myself float by the wisps of blue sky left
Awaiting an ending to a never ending downpour of joy,
That involves me as happy as Mr. Sun himself
Or maybe it's the rain that follows
When you see me cry
And I throw a tantrum
With lightning flashing by
Be gone my feelings, my worries, on a passing plane
And let me cry on your head, jostling your paying passengers around.