Comet

What are you doing?
Are you waiting for that comet?
That comet?
really?
That comet?
Still?
But that was centuries ago.
You have even forgotten it.
So why so sudden?
You feel like you need a miracle?
You need another excitement?
You wanna be happy again?
You just want something to love?

But why that comet?

Little did they know

At her,
They are looking
Some are even staring
Some steal glances
Some pretend they did not see
Some are trying hard not to look

It is unusual for them
It is uncomfortable for some
To some it is just for show
To some it is just sad
To some it is ridiculous
To some it is inspiring

But little did they know
As much as they are staring
As much as they are finding sense in it

She did not do it for them
She never did.

Life line

So there's this line, right?
It's black-- like really black black
And I keep thinking about it
Like what shape is it
Like it looks kinda thick
And it looks kinda long
And it looks kinda straight
But when I move a bit
It kinda looks thin
And maybe a bit short
And maybe a bit curvy
But then I move again
It looks a bit blue
Not like sky blue
But a new bruise kinda blue
And it looks kinda pretty
And I kinda wanna touch it
And I kinda wanna stretch it
And I kinda wanna make it like
Green or maybe orange or maybe yellow
But when I touch it I feel ticklish
And when I stroke it I feel feverish
And when I grab it I feel like choking
I don't like it hurting me
No I don't like the hurting
So I snatch it
And I squeeze it
And I stretch it
And I hit it
And I cut it in half.