Waste to Want Better

Fallen

stars against the rain,

whimpered wishes

watched through the window's pain.

Damage done

like the moon maimed,

heighlight of life

left scathed.

A bosom's trade

flashed at a parade

of what looks like treasure,

til the paint chafes.

Take the mistakes,

take the missed takes,

eyed things differently

and waste the mistakes.

-Jg