Don't Compare Me to a Star
Stars are just glowing balls of gas
Burning millions of light years away.
The moon is just a mooch,
Stealing light from the sun to shine as it does.
And the sun?
That’s just a bigger star,
Another gas-ball glowing bright.
So why are these the base elements of love poems?
I know I wouldn’t want to be compared to a ball of gas,
Or reflecting mirror.
Who would?
So, you see, why love is corrupt;
It’s full of unfaithful imagery,
Similies like thorns in our sides.
That’s why I don’t want you to
Compare me to a star.
Love songs are the epitome
Of your silk-spun falsehood.
Sling that over your back
And hitch a ride along the highway of broken dreams.
We’re just another couple of losers
Searching for heaven.
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