On Saturn again
watching you exist silently
on the moon.
The craters keep you company
as you pick up a silver spoon.
You stick it in your mouth—
Ah, what fortune in this!
Alas, the elation is short lived.
I saw a flaxen haired girl from Venus
make her way to you.
She flew across the stars, her hair turned
a lighter shade of blonde by the sun,
and like an angel she existed in your presence.
Like the rest, those from Pluto and Mars,
you sent her back to sail across the stars
lingering on your ideals of staring down at the
Earth with unruly disdain—
I’ll watch you from Saturn
as blood drips through my veins.
I question your motives,
Your heartless façade
but deep down inside
I’ll love you more
than that of the moon
and the stars.
Feb 25, 2012
Feb 25, 2012 at 2:02 AM UTC
On Saturn again
watching you exist silently
on the moon.
The craters keep you company
as you pick up a silver spoon.
You stick it in your mouth—
Ah, what fortune in this!
Alas, the elation is short lived.
I saw a flaxen haired girl from Venus
make her way to you.
She flew across the stars, her hair turned
a lighter shade of blonde by the sun,
and like an angel she existed in your presence.
Like the rest, those from Pluto and Mars,
you sent her back to sail across the stars
lingering on your ideals of staring down at the
Earth with unruly disdain—
I’ll watch you from Saturn
as blood drips through my veins.
I question your motives,
Your heartless façade
but deep down inside
I’ll love you more
than that of the moon
and the stars.
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