O dark eyes of Jupiter,
what a predicament you
have left me in.
It has been three hundred fifty years,
And I still can't come home
Due to the storm you've created
I oceans of Neptune,
I drown within you.
From afar you are crystals,
but when we touched,
you leave scars.
O mists of Saturn,
why do you becon me to dance,
then spin me dizzy?
You promise me your rings
but fail to follow through.
O immortality of Earth,
you never cease to amaze me.
How can you make me feel so alive,
yet so lifeless at the same time?
Aug 28, 2018
Aug 28, 2018 at 8:01 AM UTC
O dark eyes of Jupiter,
what a predicament you
have left me in.
It has been three hundred fifty years,
And I still can't come home
Due to the storm you've created
I oceans of Neptune,
I drown within you.
From afar you are crystals,
but when we touched,
you leave scars.
O mists of Saturn,
why do you becon me to dance,
then spin me dizzy?
You promise me your rings
but fail to follow through.
O immortality of Earth,
you never cease to amaze me.
How can you make me feel so alive,
yet so lifeless at the same time?
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