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You Are My Sky

Poetry

Poetry story--You are my sky. The only sky. The sky stretches far and wide. You cover me up, make me feel at home. I am home. You are my sky.

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by yesitstess1112436774

by yesitstess1112436774

                                    
                                              I had a friend once,
                          Yes,
                          A friend,

                          That was bitter
                          And grey.
                          She was proud of
                          Her hundreds of
                          Accomplishments.
                          But she was judgmental
                          And tired
                          Of the people like me.
                          She was going places,
                          I say,
                          Going somewhere.
                          But she was done.
                          Done with people 
                          Like me.
                          So she walked away.
                          And let me go.
                          And smirked
                          On the way there.