I watch the sky slowly turn more gold

as the clouds consume the sun.

Everything feels hot and I can't help

but wonder if you're the one.

Maybe it's just my thoughts

making up things that aren't true.

How I wish I could go back

and tell you that I love you.

But I stare at the gold skies,

and try to get you out of my mind.

The clouds are now drained

of color as it gets darker.

Now all that's left is the dark sky,

and me wondering if it'll ever get better..