Taking small things
I've picked too many flowers and I've stolen my fair share of leaves. Pocket every daisy, tulip. All for the sake of me. Peel every flower, gently with ease. Hold them forever, but it is still not enough for me.
I've wished on every shooting star on a dark night, to satisfy my needs. Oh look, Another hundred, just for me! A supernova wouldn't even stop my greedy self. I'd take the dust, and feed my need.
I glance up at the sky, and recognise my selfishness. I've seized the clouds, the stars, what more could I need?
Hunger grows, I decide to let go. Thunder strikes, I take a bite. Courses through my veins, adrenaline in my brain. grab my bag, it's starting to get bad.
Birds chirp, I walk through the dirt. Grab one, possibly two. Should take them all, But I'll wait till fall.
Trees creek, makes me meek. So strong and old, that's what I've been told. Take a few, there's nothing you can do. Ravish the roots, taste like fruit. What more can you do?
Glance around, nothing now. No birds, no trees, nothing for me. Take it all, what a ball. Feel proud, there's nothing to take now. Promise I'll stop, but I won't until I drop.
Sigh and sit in a dark ditch. Sky is gone, the clouds have moved on. Promise I'll give it back, but it's like a knack. Look at the sky, tears float from my eyes. Someone looks down, a deep noticeable frown.
Take the chance, get a glance. Hunger comes back, I need a small snack.
World is ravished, time for more. Dinners gonna be a big course. Guess what? Mercury's next. So close, and perfectly cooked. This should go down in books.
But do not fret, tomorrow and the next day is left, day after day, I'll surely change my ways!
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Brieannah Lawson
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