Out Of This World
May. 26th, 2015 03:14 amShe stood on the roof
And peered out at the stars
Wondering, if she jumped,
would she make it back to Mars.?
Is she a woman
Or maybe something else?
She never quite belonged
Or understood herself.
She closed her eyes and imagined
That she’s from some other place;
An anomaly sent to this cold-hearted world
From the other side of space.
She felt the stardust brush
Her fingers as she soared;
He saw her flying through the sky
And his faith was then restored.
A feather from her wings
He hoped to steal,
To prove to the world
That angels are real.
And peered out at the stars
Wondering, if she jumped,
would she make it back to Mars.?
Is she a woman
Or maybe something else?
She never quite belonged
Or understood herself.
She closed her eyes and imagined
That she’s from some other place;
An anomaly sent to this cold-hearted world
From the other side of space.
She felt the stardust brush
Her fingers as she soared;
He saw her flying through the sky
And his faith was then restored.
A feather from her wings
He hoped to steal,
To prove to the world
That angels are real.