Astronaut

Seems im an astronaut
drifting in space.
My mind no more's grounded,
my thoughts all displaced.

So many emotions
If time could just wait
Then maybe i'll know then
Why earth's a blue grape

Its interesting how a fiery explosion
Can propel us through time in an orbit of motion
Turbulence, risks, heated emotions
Silence, a kiss, now overlooking the oceans

From the balcony of experiences, joy and pain
Our bond our perspectives no longer the same.

Embracing broken bottles of perfumes unseen.
Basking in the aroma of you though i bleed.
Maybe if i were awoken, whether or not im spoken too.
I would realize why im poking you, is because i am broken too.

But each scar each slit, though it hurts for a bit,
Is healed, and soothed, by the perfume from those lips.
It's oil, its balm , a hydrating drip
In my veins, though from earth I've lost grip.

Im floating, floating, floating in space....
Cant breathe as i should
But the veiw here is great.