Larger than life,
You were all thin dust rings,
And crystal clouds,
That tasted of sulphur
And short days.
Somethings were meant to stay where they were,
These promises will wear-
Wear faded,
Wear out,
Like they're dust rings,
On dust fingers,
Staining skin green grey.
When something that should feel larger than life,
Feels small,
And these short days crawl by like a pulse,
Dust will just blow away
And you'll be just another Jupiter moon.
YOU ARE READING
Planets
PoetryPoems about each of the planets (and the sun and moon- they're not planets but just roll with it)
