I sat with silence

And glanced the sky,

The sky with plentiful of auras ;

That day t'was robbed

with oceanic dye.

There was a hue of birds

marching in shapes

Each following the other

On the path of carefree map.

Swinging with such freedom

were the kites, so high!

Height enough to run away

From those contemn lies.

A drip or two

cascaded down my cheeks

Maybe I stared long enough

Proving the fact if my eyes

were dangerously weak.

Maybe I craved to drawn

And wished to fly

Swinging like the birds

All carefree in that oceanic dye.

Who knew if my tears even carried a weight.

Maybe I just needed someone

To sit next to me

And they listen while I narrate.

It's more like sitting in the back of your class bored to no extent. Then looking down to see that your paper is wet and your hands are shaking. It's more like your brain can't keep up with your heart as you try to stop the tears and trembling that your body decided was appropriate in that moment. An unstoppable stream of tears running down your face and a cap of confusion on your head as you try to discretly stop them. It's more like, the slow realization that your going to have to tough it out until your heart is content with itself. And thats okay.