A dream of flowers on a weekend poem1:Blue spirits in July

There are times when I feel like the sky, When all I want is for people to just see the real side of me, which is within

Am a blue spirit in july,
My words are heard by birds as they fly,
For simplicity sake; call me the sky.
All my thoughts are clouded from you, floating up high;
Deep down within your depth, you measure yourself through my mind, cause am the limit;
You normally pay no attention to what I say, but look up, every now and then, and see a blue spirit.
I wonder why,
Honestly tell why can't you listen to me when try,
Why do you have to hurt me, is it because you only love me when cry.
Stop treating me as this blue spirit blowing cold weather in july.
All my thoughts are clouded from you, floating up high,
For simplicity sake, call me the sky.
While i believe everyone's dreams are limitless,
Silently I mourn mine float by.
Its this life time I want my dreams to turn me into a symbol of greatness.
A Chance to be celebrated and realized as light of hope, not a mistress of dawn and noon,
Be cherished, like the stars, the sun and the moon.
Find my soulmate and not be eclipsed.
Be a spectacle that will always be missed.
Because without neither, people don't look up and see me as an inspiration,
A way to remember peace and expression.
Be craved as sweet honey made by bees,
early in spring, before its first night filled with sparkles and twinkles,glowing across the seas.
Like pieces of a mirror I search through every flowing ocean, looking for a true image of myself, am stationary as time moves on clocks in the open,
Days becoming months, as minutes also turn.
So in autumn i mourn.
Quietly into four pieces my emotions are torn.
Am In love in spring ,happy in summer and angry in winter
Hoping that someone paints my inner beauty,
Not the color of my appearance deep down am mysterious and mIsty ,
Instead you Treating me in such a way that makes me feel lonely and shy,
My thoughts become clouded from you, floating up high,
Love yours, even if you like me,
For simplicity sake being treated like the sky,
Worry not, one day we won't be just other blue spirits in july.

Author's Note

I am simply just telling a lonely person that they will one day be realised,