Maybe I'm not meant to be
normally spectacular,
overachieving,
the epitome of perfection,
or a bundle of weak bones
held up by mere accomplishments
that add nothing to my worth.
Maybe I'm meant to be,
like you;
Sublime words always ready,
ready to be spilt on paper,
ready to be read by accident
but kept on purpose.
Maybe I'm meant to be,
like you;
A mystery or a person or both,
a mystery status of alive or dead
circulating the air,
everywhere and yet found nowhere,
Maybe I'm meant to be,
like you,
roam the world without
an adieu;
a supernova for everyone to admire
but unreachable.
**A/N: Thankyou all for reading! What do you think of this one?