If she was a symphony,
He was the tune.

If she was a sickness,
He was immune.

If she was a riddle,
He was the answer.

If she was a song,
He was the dancer.

If she was the moon,
He was outer space.

If she was a broken heart,
He put each part back in place.

The waves move rapidly, they beat against the shore
Who can hear them?
No one knows the answer
The pots fly across the room, onto the kitchen floor
The door spins wide open, letting in some shore
The walls sag and plead no more
Who can hear them?
No one hears the question
The waves keep crashing

Every fear is fear from getting hurt.

We fear to love, afraid of rejection and getting hurt.
We fear height because we're afraid of falling and getting hurt.
We fear darkness because of what's probably in there that might hurt us.
We fear certain insects or animals because they might bite and hurt us.

We fear fears because we fear from getting hurt.

Fear makes no sense
it doesn't matter what fear
Fears don't define weather
you are brave or not
weather you are reckless
Or *******

Fear is not,
as some think,
part of your instincts
of survival of self preservation
It can destroy you,
turn you into lil' pieces

I’ll make you feel the heat of my blood,
but only when I feel yours
in my tongue.

Every morning’s battle of pulling myself out of bed in the morning, just to get dressed.
Every morning’s battle of deciding whether or not to eat.
Every morning’s battle of deciding which face to put on for the day.
Every morning’s battle of using my legs to go places.
Every morning’s battle of willing myself to be happy.
Every morning’s battle of not falling asleep in class, because I only slept for thirty minutes last night.
Every morning’s battle of telling my mother that I’m fine, just tired, because I can’t bring myself to tell the person who gave me life that I don't want it anymore.
Every morning’s battle of telling myself that there actually is a light at the end of the tunnel.
Every morning’s battle of deciding on whether or not to live another day.
Every night’s battle of holding myself back from going too far.

The day she came
The girl with the stars in her eyes
She brought him back to life
The boy who died many years before

She carried with her
The wisdom of a thousand lifetimes
Yet he carried the key
To unlock her soul

They were bound
To each other long before
They knew of the existence
Of one another

A love greater than
That of death
A need greater than
That of life itself

They were forever bound
The boy who had died
A thousand deaths and
The girl with the stars in her eyes