He Is My Sky
Every morning as I open my eyes
I turned to my window
And see the beauty
Of the wide blue skies
Then,I talked to him
As I'm talking to you
Smile to him
As I'm smiling to you
And then, I asked
"Sky?why are you up there?
And why you're not here?"
I want to hug you tight
Yet you stay there all night
Oh! my sky!??!
Why are you so high?
I can't even reach you with my eyes
Yet you're still beautiful and nice
Sky,sky,sky..!
I want to be with you up high
So that every morning that I wake up
I found myself lying on your lap.
-Ivy Amiled
Copyright © Ivy Amiled | Year Posted 2017
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