I am always late,

Never early, but didn't I say to wait?

I am a dreamer who dreams about the future,

Definitely nothing less than what I'm having for dinner.

 

I am stuck in a day by day routine, 

One day I plan to magically turn it into a butterfly so I can stomp on it until I'm satisfied but then again,

that's too mean.

 

I'm someone who believes in happily ever afters,

but never once thought of it ever happening to me

Because of this reality

Which is a curse.

 

I am a pinkswear promise keeper,

No mater how silly it sounds

it's a form 

Of a trust seeker. 

 

I am an expectation that in set on low,

So I will be able to accept

The truth and not at all

Feel low.

 

I am selfish when it comes to what I'm feeling,

It's kept in a box with a lock 

That can only be opened with a soul

that is singing. 

 

I am impressed by simple actions

With no words,

Like simple strungs

Of guitar chords.

 

I am to some a bad memory,

That tries to erase itself starting

From the edges and at the end

Will leave to say sorry.

 

I am held together by a thread 

And a little help of tape,

Everyday they remind me of the day that

taught me a lesson about fate.