Planetary Bodies
They say I am like the sun,
Bright and full of fire
Planetary objects fall into my orbit
Round and round me, spin
Closer, closer drawing in
Until I expand enough to absorb it
But really I am a comet,
Cold and full of ice,
Unbothered, unheeding, and unrushed
Traveling frozen, through the void
Searching for a lonely planetoid
Waiting to be crushed