Maybe it was the way you

whispered my name before I fell asleep,

asking if I was still awake 

Or the way 

your legs brushed against mine 

for warmth in the night 

Maybe it was the way your hair

was soft and smelled of a meadow 

Maybe it was the way

your eyes lit up like galaxies 

when you saw something you loved 

Whichever it is,

your magnificence was blinding, 

almost as if you were pieces of the sun.

Is it worth saving?

The world where 

boy has to love girl

and girl must love boy

and if it is not like this

it is not love

and you're cast away like a broken toy.

Is it worth saving?

The world where

skinny is the definition of pretty

so much so that girls

sit skipping meals

because that is the appeal.

Is it worth saving?

The world where 

we slaughter each other;

we separate children from their mother

from fathers, husbands, wives

because we dropped a bomb

to save - but **** - millions of lives.

Is it worth saving?

The world where

a book governs billions of lives

Where millions are killed to keep its lies

We worship an idea at best

and if you don't believe you have failed every test.

Is it worth saving?

The world where

a father calls his son weak 

for letting his emotions leak

from his secluded brain

Because if you are anything but cold

you are avowed a freak.

Is it worth saving?

The world where

women are shamed upon 

for having a voice

that is not just quiet and full of rejoice

Where girls are told to be sweet 

to the man who she witnessed beat

her mother who worships his feet

Where girls should not

be difficult or demanding

because they are not the ones to be commanding.

Is it worth saving?

Because all I see

Is a world that has too many problems;

Needs too much fixing;

But you can not fix something

That does not intend on changing.

The sun screams for a chance to speak

when the night is early 

and the toads and crickets have yet to creak.

She wants her last word to be prominent 

so she sends a philharmonic array of colors; 

Her reds full and oranges bashful to announce she is nothing but dominant. 



The moon makes soft wishes to be seen

In the night, she whispers to her creatures

hoping one day that she will be noticed by the queen.

She wants nothing but romance

so she fills her sky with home and tiny stars 

that twinkle with joy, but the sun dares not to spare a glance.



The sunrise squeals with delight

for it's that start of a new day, new beginnings

yet she is filled with nothing but spite.

She spews harsh words at the mournful moon

and she envies the birds as they sing 

because she herself can never manage to sing in tune.



The sunset lowers with ease

she says her most heartfelt condolences to those who are lost

and spreads her love through the air with her calming breeze.

She tells the moon to not be so scared

she should enjoy the company of her little stars and that in doubt,

she should remember that between her and the sun, light will always be shared.