Some times in class
I'll lay my head down
And pretend I'm floating
On a cloud.
Sometimes I travel
The world.
And other times
I fall
Deeper and deeper
Till I hit the ground.
But I've never fallen
That far
Before.
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You Are My Sky
PoetryPoetry 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.
