once there was a greedy man
who stole away the stars
and put them on our side of the horizon.
to this man i say thank you
but also fuck you
because it's prettier than me
and also it stinks.
so i take pictures of these
flashing and blinking
stars and tell myself
"ain't it nice to live among them?"
because hell yeah it is
but also i fear i'm not one of them
so please put the stars back.
YOU ARE READING
noontime sonder
Poetry"poetry for those who need it, and poetry for those who yearn for it" /// trust me, i dont know either
