If I was pluto I would probably be happier,
Because at least I would know I was purely alone,
I could never be jupiter - surrounded by moons,
Or the planet of love,
My heart is far colder than neptune.
I would probably be funnier,
If my name was uranus,
But perhaps mars is far more fitting,
Although the only wars I start are with the knives in my kitchen.
Saturn is far too pretty,
And mercury is a tad too itty bitty,
And earth is too filled with life,
If you don't believe me call the midwife.
So perhaps I am nothing,
Or perhaps I'm the sun,
Icarus came too close so I burnt him for fun,
I'm slowly beginning to go super nova,
Destroy all the gravity that holds us together.
So I'll ask you again,
'why do you love me?',
And you'll reply the same way,
'because I love how you burn me'.
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My Book of Poems #1 ✔️
Poetryessentially this is a book where I write down all my favourite original poems - the ones that made me feel something as I wrote them, the ones that made me smile, made me cry and made me scream into my pillow at night. My poems tell my story in ways...
