The world is nothing but glass,
a simple marble sphere.
Am I falling way to fast?
…But then again, maybe it has been years
The world is only a plastic ball,
hollow and incandescent.
Is it possible to forget you at all?
…No we’re to close for that
The Earth is made of mud and air,
dark, and dank, and lost.
Are you even there?
…I guess you could be
The Earth is Made of water,
an ever-flowing orb.
Have I forgotten? I am God’s Daughter,
…I am important, special
Heaven is only fireflies,
Burning and twisting flames.
You are so important to me,
… Do you feel the same?
I suppose what will be will be,
but I hope, it ends with you and me.