Boundless

I'd rather be on the surface of a luminescent moon.

I'd rather be part of a sunset, melting into the sky.

I'd rather be on a cloud, touching the stratosphere.

Anywhere but stuck here, on this Earth.

With my soul stranded and chained.

Earth is beautiful, but not beautiful enough.

Wondering if I have hidden wings or powers.

To deliver me outside my body, like a butterfly from a cocoon.

To emerge immortal, boundless and free.

I'd rather be exploring the galaxies beyond Saturn's many halos.

I'd rather be introduced to the nebulas that existed before time.

I'd rather be a part of the dark matter that holds everything.

Anywhere but stuck here, on this Earth.

With my soul stranded and chained.

Earth is beautiful, but not beautiful enough.

Who is she?

I know that I'm only temporary
Just here to fulfill your need and mines
We both sense our end as a couple
But desperation keeps us together--tied

It seems as though I'm waiting for her
The one I know will steal your heart
I'm waiting for the day when you say to me
I met someone else
Then I fall apart

She'll be rosey and kind
Gentle and sweet
Young and beautiful
She'll keep you intrigued

Her mind will entrance you like euphoric lights
Her eyes will be auroras of the night
Your heart will flutter
Her heart will ignite

Then I will stand as a shadow
To the one that will be your flame
Engulfed in your joy and glowing happiness
The woman of your desires, destined to bear your name.

Now, you will be gone
And I, to pick up the shards
Left to mend my broken pieces of self
Shining like deserted stars.

I'm just waiting for the blow
Waiting for the burn of the night
That night when you'll say
You are not who I want.

This woman, where is she to take my man?
Hurry and let this hurt take place.
So that this wound can heal
Before reality meets me face to face.

Mistake

I am the mistake that no one dares to speak about
I am the hurt that manifested into doubt
I am the fetus that should've never been  alive
And until this day, I wonder my demise.

What would life be like if only I stayed away
From this terrible Earth full of toil and pain
Why did I choose to take my first breath?
Why do I continue to avoid a timely death?

I am the seed that has grown into a weed
I am the thorns that make the fingers bleed
Upon a rose that is thought to bring love
I am the stain cast upon a pristine glove

What would happen if there was no soul
And I turn into energy if I ever choose to go?
Why didn't God let me stay as a thought?
So the price of myself, would've never been bought?