I’m sitting here, contemplating things.
Like if I peeled the skin back, just there.
Right between the veins, Could my soul escape?
Could I do it? Set it free?
Where would it go?
Maybe for a time, hang out with me,
watch me bleed.
But then it would be gone
To go wherever free souls go,
And there I would be,
alone and cold on the floor.
And maybe in a flash my soul would come,
and shove itself back into me.
I would be saved just in time.
Maybe while she was gone she saw some miracle.
A glimpse of me and who I’m supposed to be.
Maybe with a smile upon my face,
and a blush that stains my cheeks.
And maybe my eyes are dreamy big moonbeams,
my lip caught between teeth in vigorous uncertainty.
Maybe, its the future and I have something to live for,
Maybe its more heartache and pain,
maybe its love
maybe its lust
and I am who I’m going to be
she’s in me