It is what it is.

The skies are grey,
the clouds are torn,
here comes the darkness,
followed by the storm

if you give me a minute,
the vibe will change,
hold me closer,
and the skies will range,

From blue to yellow,
from orange to green,
from gray ugly matter,
to sparkles and sheen.

just hold out your hand,
latch it to mine,
stay with me now,
and the sun will shine.

Love is a challenge
that life throws your way,
it turns over skies,
from blue to gray.

But if love can conquer,
your sky will stay clear,
You will have nothing to worry,
and nothing to fear.

for love is like magic,
it leaves and reappears,
it can mold you like plastic,
or cut you like sheers,

you must always be careful,
for it takes on many faces,
it can fool you in seconds,
and leave empty spaces.

but when your enveloped,
in the beauty of love,
you tend not to notice,
when push comes to shove.

Its nothing to fear for,
or avoid at costs,
for the pain makes you stronger,
and it makes up it loss.

just take it as warning,
look where you step,
and dont ever look back,
on the last things you've left.