i would give him
the moon and the stars,
even the sun too

i would move
the mountains away
and the sea closer

i would ****
the ones who hurt him
and revive
the ones he lost

i would change
the order of the alphabet
and color
my world black and white

i would give him
everything,
if he would just give
us a chance

“everyone gets forgotten eventually.
there is nothing
we can do
to prevent that.”

I know she’s right.
but I am still scared
of oblivion

are monsters born?
or are monsters made?

if I'd lose everything
if I had nothing to give;

I would still ask
for your help

Isn’t it crazy
how many stars
don’t exist anymore
yet their light
still shines upon us?

I would like to be
like a star;
I want my good impact
to be remembered,
to be seen
a hundred years
From now

I want to make
the world
a better place