If in once I dream I saw
My life before me,
I think I would turn and flee

I can imagine what I'd see,
Roaring hatred and laughter
All about me.

I could see my heart
As it flies in the air,
Each piece its own separate entity

A family torn the middle
As I cannot be understood,
Why must I be hated,
When I try to love a little.

If the past does repeat,
Then I am truly *******
As every girl before,
Left my heart for rot.

I can see myself
Putting others before me,
Stretching the chasm a bridge,
Only to be walked on
And never picked up.

Yet I'll do it time and again
The more I save the better
As even if they won't remember me,
They might never look back.

I see my future as bleak,
But better bleak than sorry
As every friend that crosses,
Lives a little more than me.

Fresh at birth
So smooth and small
Fingers with such little girth
Even as you learn to crawl

So smooth and small
No longer
Even as you learn to crawl
Your hands become stronger

No longer
As you move through life
Your hands become stronger
Pulling you through strife

As you move through life
Your hands develope
Pulling you through strife
Innocence past corrupt

Your hands develope
Touching the life of others
Innocence past corrupt
But gentle as lovers

Touching the life of others
Finding a spouce
But gentle as lovers
Love unable to douse

Finding a spouce
New hands coming to Earth
Love unable to douse
Fresh at birth

I once told you,
That my dreams
Were never as good as they once were,
Because none of them

None of them compared to my reality,
My dream come true with you,

Yet here I am tonight
Wishing for something that's not a nightmare
Because all that time ago you left me.

So here I lay tonight,
Still hoping to dream of you
Now do me a favor,
And dream of me too

Then maybe in the morning,
We can make our dreams come true

When I was young, I was afraid of many things
There was darkness
But also what came out of darkness
There was spiders and bats because, well, because.

After a little while I lost some old fears,
Picked up new ones
Like, what I'd she dosent like me?
Am I going to get that grade?

Today I realized the pointlessness of those fears
As I witnessed many face my truest fear
I quickly cast my fears aside
As only one matters now

I am not afraid to die,
But I am afraid of outliving those I love

I fear going to my brothers funeral
Seeing him one last time
I fear my mother's and Father's
I love them both so dearly

I fear loosing the one I love
Seeing the face awake next to mine no more
I fear outliving the kids I'll someday have
As no father should have to watch their child die

I fear the loss of my friends
I would be nothing without
To say it would brake me would not be enough
I would shatter and do so twice

I sat in a funeral today
Tears along with the rest
Realizing how precious
Each. Person. Is.

I praised God for the life I have
I thanked Him for my health
But I didn't pray for my protection
I pray for those I love

So no, I do not fear the dark
I fear kneeling next to the casket
Gazing at the loved one lost
And seeing their smile no more

How far can a heart stretch?

Before it ruptures and zig zag splits down the middle.

Can a heart stretch eighty nine miles?

That's already a stretch. The heart aches,

It pounds in your chest

The stretch leaves it thin,
Easy to break

But that's not far enough

My heart is over an ocean

Is Three Thousand Seven Hundred Thirty Two miles to far?

The heart would be a tight cord
A slack line over shark infested waters

A storm would engulf it at tare it apart at sea

A small wiggle would throw the whole line in waves

So I beg the question.
Is There Thousand Seven Hundred Seventy Two miles to far for a heart to stretch?

Because I don't know
I may never know

It seems that Zero miles apart may not happen.

My heart I hold in my hands,
I cup it and hide it,
Only very few can see

Occasionally I give someone a piece
The first one left it on the ground,
It took up to much space for someone else's,
Tunes our he did the same to her

The second one I handed out,
Hoping not to be buned
She amounted quite a mass
Before she spoiled and threw it all in the trash

Now I had very little heart lef to give.
But a third came along, different from the rest,
Baffled a small loan was made
I went bankrupt.

So one came around
I hadn't hardly a heart to give
The chunk I did,
Was squeezed so tight
That it
Died.

So then you came back.
Lucky number three,
My last chunk of love is in your hands,
But it seems you let it fall

My love casted upon the ground
I fall to my knees,
As my heart crumbles into dust,
A chrimson stain upon the ground
I am broken

My heart in pieces
Pulled apart and broken down
I now so lie,
Heartless
To numb
To ask why
As my heart whimpers in the dark