So frail I'd sigh
Nothing to get me high
Things walk me astray
And the trees watch me as I am sold 

Heaven's full of might
And Heaven's too bright 
Pull down my tries 
Savior, help us down our kite

Gauge my soul, 
Watch as I grow old  
Touching down my hate 
And shiv the old 

Grabbing the stars
Wishing they were sold
Temptation
Temptation

leonides-german-benavides

Shiv

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taylor-st-onge

I really like the last stanza.  Especially the lines "Grabbing the stars/ Wishing they were sold." 
I really like the imagery in that "grabbing" of the stars.  
The whole astronomical aspect in it of Heaven and the stars, I think, are what really held me in the poem.  Maybe because I have a strange pull towards anything astronomical lately.
But yeah.  I really liked this poem, man. c: