If I were to
collect all the stars
to fashion them into a necklace,
you would slap me on the head
and tell me to return them.
If I were to
steal the moon
and turn it into a comb,
you would toss it back into the night sky
right where it belongs.
I would never be able to
turn the sun into a ring.
I would burn myself before touching it.
But I know you'll berate me,
scold me,
while leading my blistered palms
towards the sink.
I do these selfish things,
steal the treasures of the sky,
thinking that they would make you happy.
I forget that you smile
when you share these treasures
with seven billion other people.
Apr 15, 2015
Apr 15, 2015 at 1:37 PM UTC
If I were to
collect all the stars
to fashion them into a necklace,
you would slap me on the head
and tell me to return them.
If I were to
steal the moon
and turn it into a comb,
you would toss it back into the night sky
right where it belongs.
I would never be able to
turn the sun into a ring.
I would burn myself before touching it.
But I know you'll berate me,
scold me,
while leading my blistered palms
towards the sink.
I do these selfish things,
steal the treasures of the sky,
thinking that they would make you happy.
I forget that you smile
when you share these treasures
with seven billion other people.
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