Collapsing bridges,
lives ripped apart,
plastic people
trade in their hands.
The hurricanes become everyone’s
tragedy,
the stars become everyone’s
lifeline.
The paper world has
shut its eyes,
handing the humans
its last gasp.
The world needs us
but the war needs the evil,
and even when we’re flying
we have nightmares
because how will we ever ever ever win?
And as the mountains
come crashing down and
the hope almost goes out and
the universe is watching my every letter,
I need to know
who you would save
when the world comes down to a moment,
when your life comes down to a desperate wish
Because the only thing I’m sure of
when the hurricanes become my
tragedy
and the stars become your
lifeline
is that I would save you.
this is cute
great imagery. those words definitely reverberated in my heart, like shelter in a storm. my solace isn't of this paper-thin world. i'd like to find someone within it to share that sort of love with though.