I wait
For a sign
For stars to align
For magic in time
For the skies to glow
For a miracle on the go
But no
It’s endless - the wait
It’s a no show
It’s like waiting for Godot

Whenever
She saw something broken,
She had this violent desire
In her heart
To reach out
And fix it,
Even if it meant
Cutting and bleeding herself.
Maybe someday she will learn
You cannot fix what's broken
And leave it as it is,
Or maybe
She will always be the giver.

And when the outcome
You hoped against
But somehow knew
Would come to pass
Still comes true,
This fragile heart
Still breaks,
Still shatters,
Still crashes and burns...