blue sky that makes you feel that way

1:11 AM

the sky,

he was blue.

he always was.

the sky had blue eyes of air

and white clouds for hair

the kind of sky she always dreamed of

the sky was only 5'8

but i remember someone saying something about how he was never the limit

and let me tell you, he was a sky scraper.

scraping hearts but mostly knees

he came around 6:45

and you better believe he was never late to anything

the sky wore black shoes

and he always looked best dressed in green.

i have thousands of stories i could tell about the sky,

but today ill just tell you one....

it's the one about humpty dumpty.

how she sat on a wall

just to look a little taller

just to see a little farther

maybe finally get the chance to hold hands with the sky for the first time

maybe finally get the chance to look into the sky's eyes and find all of his galaxies

humpty was only 5'6,

she had short legs, and and a short temper, and a round sense of humor that nobody got.

she was supposed to be 7:45, but got there around 8,

she was never on time to anything

she had a different mind

a beautiful mind

one that wasn't ever over-easy

nothing near sunny-side-whatever

but more hard boiled

usually somewhat scrambled

something you'd eat salt or ketchup with, just so she'd taste a little better

but she didn't care

because she was so high,

she could touch the sky,

and he was all she ever wanted.

but humpty dumpty wanted it all

and as they all knew

she had a great fall

and all the kings pills, and and the kings meds,

tried,

to just catch her,

but they couldn't.

so humpty lay scraped and bruised, scraped and bruised,

because now, she couldnt ever take her eyes off him.

and every night,

he would fall too.

every single night.

but only long enough to kiss the ground once,

and whisper into her ear,

"i never liked scrambled anyways."