Your queen controls you.
She tells you what to do.
She doesn't want you
Talking to a freak
Like me.
I never know what you say back
Because I don't stick around
Long enough to hear.
But I know you probably stick up
For me.
And I should be happy.
But I'm not.
Because your only
Trying to be
Nice.
YOU ARE READING
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.
