Him

The bright blue sky on the 4th of July,

Was reflecting off the drained out walls,

Blaring at me through every minute of pain,

I wasn't expecting what happened next.

He really was something of a dream,

Although he came too early for him to stay,

He looked up at me without a cry,

He stared at me with his bright blue eyes,

He peered up at me with a faint little smile,

And then put his head down and closed his eyes.

By SailorDaye

Author Notes: My first poem! Hope you enjoy!

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