slip of the tongue

this sky is beautiful changing turning blue and gray and white i will never see it again i will miss it like the way that i miss him my best friend minute hour day night over over over a different set of trees a change in scenery a frenchman says that father knows the thought of bad boys i choose neither to accept or deny but he is a nice frenchman much older than i knowing more about this world i will take it into consideration and set final thoughts tomorrow