Sometimes the words we speak do not synchronize with what the heart feels

Every dusk, my roses die like the day
And still I say, " Honey, don't wilt away. "

Bravery isn't about foolhardy acts of honor
it's admitting you're afraid
and still having the moral compass
to do what's right.

Some days I want a notebook
all covered in pretty things
And I would fill it with sugar
and warmth
and happiness
with swirling silver letters
and poems
and stories I could never write
that could never be right

Some days I want a notebook
to fill with dreams in cursive curls
I'd write love letters and
song lyrics and
sweet dreams that tickled
my thoughts in the night

Some days I want a notebook
in a candy pink room
with flowers on the walls
and romance on the shelf with
knights and princes that
for me would fight

One day I bought a notebook
a diary of dreams,
an empty page for a prince
One day I bought a notebook

And I haven't seen it since

Tick tock, tick tock...
My life is slipping away
Minute by minute, bit by bit…
I wish it’d stop and stay
Can’t hear the clock anymore…
Still the day goes on
Thought it’d end, thought it’d quit…
*I’ve always been such a pawn

I'm not afraid
Of the monsters in the dark
I know what they want
And I know how to feel

Oh no,

I'm far more afraid
Of the ones in the sunlight
With their flowers
And chocolate
And secret, sheathed claws

Because I don't understand them
Or what they want
Or how I should think

Remember that
When you ask
Why I'm so
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