natural lanterns shall soon become phantoms;
maybe if we'd been a bit more green
and the people looked up from their screens.
i'm not talking about dollars, i'm speaking for the leaves.
the streetlights wouldn't hurt the eyes of the sky so much
if they'd put quality over quantity, time over money,
life over luxury.
maybe the star would still glow like they used to.
when the sun goes out,
i hope they feel the cold.
if the moon implodes,
i hope the shards come for Earth.
they'll try to remember the beauty of it
as they lose their lives in grief.
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the Angry Girl
Poetrysome things are better off unsaid but they were tossed in my head so i decided to scream. Original content. Lowercase intended throughout the book. Previously titled "Tossed Thoughts". Highest Rank: 4 in Poem, Poetry
