Oh tell me who doesn't have a thing for skies. The gloomy grey, the lilac, the sunset and the starry Nights.
The wrath of the clouds some evenings, the pleasant smile the other days. Oh boi, and the definitely changing mood swing tantrums' surely got a thing to say. It's not the morning coffee that keeps me happy but the bright blue sky that makes me go flippy-floppy.
The sight that lay above me
Makes my tiny heart start reeling,
'Cause now it's my darkened room's ceiling.
Though the stars strung high above me,
Claim I'm a part of it all
I can't stop their large expanse,
From making me feel small.
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