the sky is my friend

the sky is my only friend.

it's always been there for me,

since i was a little kid,

whenever a boy made me cry

or when i wanted to stare off into space

and get lost in my thoughts.

but when i ask the sky for advice,

it turns its back on me,

and suddenly i'm no longer it's only friend.

but it's not like i mind,

there are comets and solar systems and universes

that it's too busy with.

so even if the sky ignores my pleas,

for even just a tiny bit of ease,

i'll always know that it's my friend,

until the whole wide world ends;

my one true love.