Some of us are just carbon copies
of others wanting
              to be other than ourselves.

We should embrace our individuality,
or become stale,
                   weaker copies of another.

The Moon would like to let everyone know that it is done
It is sick and tired of chasing after Earth
No matter how beautiful it seems
  It always ends the race two steps behind
  But dear moon doesn't have the whole story
You see the Earth is also chasing after love
But it does not pine over our dear Moon
It hungers for the Sun
The last 4.5 billion years spent
In the sun's soothing lullaby
Its oozing radiation, and humming warmth
Butterflies flutter at its core
But ill-fated as all love story's are
There is no love left to return
You see,
The Earth's surface is a little too bumpy for the shining sunrise
Don't blame the sun it did not call upon this bewitching manner
The sun is not believed to be apart of this foolery
It is not in enchanted by the all powerful
It does not fall in love
Nor does it  spin for another
It stays in motion for no one
It is a humming ball of fire
Burning everything in its path
You tell me a good love story
I shall call you a fool
You label me pretty
I shall label me Sun
For just like it
I am my own sunrise
I can, shall, and will Ignite
Ignite my prince charming
Ignite all such fairy tales
I am not you're pretty princess
Puckered lips and giggled laughter
I am the queen who shall show no mercy
I will show you true meaning
Of fire
Of fear
Burned bodies turned to ash
Ignite my darling
Ignite

Where footprints in the sand once stayed,
                      one is now washed away..
And we look around hoping one day ours
                       will be joined by another's.

Different from before,
                       But for now we walk on the beach
  looking at each sunrise,
                     because there is always another day..

A square that was a little twisted
Didn't want to lay on his side like everyone insisted
Instead he wanted to stand on his pointy end
Look and see just what become of him
Because he did not want to be like all those that had come before
He'll now be a diamond, forever more

Opposites never so much the
Same, one warmth, one cold
Each a measurable effect on
The other.

Heat melts cold, then steams
Of passion unfold, where once
was rage, now soothed upon
By cold calm words. That breath
Relief upon radiating heat, now
Cooled but not hot neither cold.

Difference is not always negative
Not always bad, from difference
A new respect can be had. one
Warmth, one cold, but never more
the same as when love unfolds.

The color of your skin,
It sings perfection to Me.
The shades of color in you window eyes,
Allows Me to see only you.
The outside is just human,
It's the soul hidden,
That makes you far more different.
The soul that's hidden,
That's what beauty is.