someday

i'm like a locket, rusting gold
if opened may break
regardless of the make.
i'm pure heart shaped
and you were born to play
but my sound, it won't-
can't seem to resonate

oh, the things you do to me
i almost forget that i'm steel stringed
you take the hardest things and make them sing
but my lips on your ear wouldn't let you hear
so my music's no use
it's no use
to you.

and oh, you pretty things
how strongly i
sometimes
yearn to be you
twirling through the cosmos
not knowing where you are
not trying very hard, your wind-up legs just
pirouette and side step you there
hands find you, and just like that
you're loved
i have never wanted something so much
as to be you
so real so here skin soft and alive
while i'm in another galaxy
it's just i have a heartbeat too
we are not so very apart

my only consolation is my own imagination
my only consolation is love
i plod through space
graceless, and it's hard
trying to keep my words and colours
from splattering onto stars
dodging meteors and the luminous...
there's so little between lit up and burned up
perhaps they are the same

this journey is not easy
and maybe
we have to explode before we implode
maybe broken's the same as bandaged
just as beautiful.

let us not be afraid
if pretty is just too hard
let us know at the end of the day
we are all exploding stars