I had a dream once that turned to nightmares
right after seeing it with clarity
It was so great
before paradise slipped away
leaving me alone with desolation.
“Why does it have to be this way?
These dreams for him
they could’ve made me stronger"
but those nightly visions were stealing my strength
They were bounded by a mere troubled mortal.
People are very much human,
and humans very much people
their guise as dishonest as it's real
In remembering to feel for fakes
I forgot to feel good for myself.
My emotions were so strong
yet so senselessly fragile...
But no, I’m not a child anymore
For I am the conductor of my great emotions
and it's personal persistence that prevails.
People don’t define the delicate story
you undeniably shape for yourself
Strangers don’t determine your fate
and broken hearts don’t solve themselves
But you'll piece yourself together again.
My thoughts may be colossal tempests
which leave me lost in the scary unknown
But even the fiercest storms can subside
Even dreams can be beautifully refined.