there is a fine line between,
what is real and,
what is a dream,
it is just
the unjust divide.
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and i’m on reality’s side.
so i’ll whisper my goodbye
with a peck upon your cheek
because i can’t force you awake
when you would rather be asleep.

Born to love
Oh, but cursed to feel
The pain that comes accompanied
By love lost and time spent
Wasted, waiting for reciprocation
That will, truthfully, never make
it’s way back
home.

Do not hand me a feather
And expect me to fly .
For feathers feel heavy
When I carry so many .
And I know I should be stronger
Because others carry more .
But my body’s grown weak
and
I will
                        

drop
them .

staring in my eyes
relentless in pursuit of understanding
the answers to every unfavorable question
searching, though he may never see
transparency is a fatal weapon
for a girl like
me

the world weighs heavy on my back
so i try to carry it in my palms  
i take one unbalanced step then fall on both hands and knees
searching for answers in the sky, i plea
for the strength of a God whom i don’t believe

the simple truth is
i just want to be
brave
the girl who saves the day
but maybe
i’m just not that heroic