Lost, exhausted and afraid
She was enticed with the idea of dancing with devils  
But they pulled her off the ledge
And now she is in her own spotlight
Ready to dance to her own rhythm of life

On a single day I became his entirely, all in all
Even what did not belong to me was now somehow his
He took the pain I had been collecting and ripped it from my skin

Without any warning he sprouted
And his roots found my ankles
Tangled around my thighs into my veins  
From there, we grew

We grew so high that we could only be found by our guardian
Angels,
They caught us way up above the clouds in perpetual ******

I am
Fascinated with space
Not so much constellations and stars, fate
But the depth and breadth, weight
Falling into place

there must be a place where broken words go
the ones without a limb
not fully formed
not spoken right
not heard

there must be a place where broken words go
the sentences left uncompleted
the trailing words that never left the lips
the "but" and the "and"
that were always left hanging

somewhere between silence and speech
there must be a place where broken words go
full of stutters and writers block sufferers
somewhere between the "i love"
and the "you" that never followed
or the "wait"
that was whispered into the air
the "please come back"
that made peace with dying
on the corners of a turning mouth

there must be a place where broken words go
the words spoken but never heard
the letters written but never posted
the train of thought that crashed into the clouds
the words in the bottle that traveled the sea
but sunk to the bottom before it could ever reach

there must be a place where my broken words go
the stains on my diary that didn't come from a pen
and the letters on my thighs that don't make sense
the things i could never say
and the things i said that came out all wrong
all the broken alphabets in my song
that cry for salvation
for one more chance

there must be a place where broken words go
there must be a place i can call home.