i hate to make a metaphor out of everything,
but we're celestial bodies orbiting out of control.
each day the sun rises with it's own strength
to clear paths and make visible the roads
that she can't even walk on.
the moon rises every night off of the sun's glow,
and not once does he return the favor;
he takes just enough so that gleaming eyes can adore;
the sun is so bright he doesn't even look at her.
when i was younger i read somewhere that
**if you're going to do something, give it your all,
or don't do it at all.**
and i have religiously lived up to that reading
until i met you.
you attend school just enough so you won't fail - just making it.
you work just enough so you won't get fired -just making it.
and this relationship,
is just making it.
Nov 12, 2015
Nov 12, 2015 at 11:16 PM UTC
i hate to make a metaphor out of everything,
but we're celestial bodies orbiting out of control.
each day the sun rises with it's own strength
to clear paths and make visible the roads
that she can't even walk on.
the moon rises every night off of the sun's glow,
and not once does he return the favor;
he takes just enough so that gleaming eyes can adore;
the sun is so bright he doesn't even look at her.
when i was younger i read somewhere that
**if you're going to do something, give it your all,
or don't do it at all.**
and i have religiously lived up to that reading
until i met you.
you attend school just enough so you won't fail - just making it.
you work just enough so you won't get fired -just making it.
and this relationship,
is just making it.
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