As I was lying there
on the empty mattress
that had been wandering lonely
in the middle of the room,
the phone rang.

In a matter of seconds
my dreams had been crushed
and I mean crushed
dropped from three thousand ft and trampled on
by people who couldn't care less

those ******* heels ripping the holes into my dreams.

''you'll never be good enough.
you're never going to make it.
you're wasting your time.
are you really that stupid to think you're going to be a star?''

The words that escaped his mouth
repeatedly hummed through my mind.
those words were ingrained in my memory.

I wouldn't allow it to become a reality.
I had lost my mind that night.
and all I did was sing.

Nobody can ever take away my dreams.

The biggest mistake I ever made
was missing the chance I didn't take.

The ground beneath my feet, I feel,
is moving slowly, sharpening steel.

The smallest sign was blind to my eyes,
and now my heart can feel its shrinking size.

The chance He made
I chose not to take
always was my biggest mistake.

Melody composed
playing upon strings of my heart
rhythm kept
with each pulsing, throbbing  beat
sweet sonata stored within
dancing through my heart and soul.

No other melody
ever so sweet
no other rhythm
can capture the beat
no other song
will ever be as complete.

Sleep, sleep, my beloved,
without worry, without fear,
although my soul does not sleep,
although I do not rest.

Sleep, sleep, and in the night
may your whispers be softer
than a leaf of grass,
or the silken fleece of lambs.

May my flesh slumber in you,
my worry, my trembling.
In you, may my eyes close
and my heart sleep.

Why does a heart love more than one person at a time?
And leave you confused with emotion?
Then it all goes south and you shield your self away from love again.
People can love more than one person at a time, but only be in love with one person no matter what.
If this is true why does our heart not know what we want?
I have this battle of having three women in my heart, and i don't know what i want yet.
I am lost in a sea of confusion, and pain is all i feel!

The fruit rolled by all day.
They prayed the cogs would creep;
They thought about Saturday pay,
And Sunday sleep.

Whatever he smelled was good:
The fruit and flesh smells mixed.
There beside him she stood,--
And he, perplexed;

He, in his shrunken britches,
Eyes rimmed with pickle dust,
Prickling with all the itches
Of sixteen-year-old lust.

We have created a vulnerability
Too bold to stare down.
A thickness in the air,
Our lungs cannot share.

Between our bodies lies a desire,
Between our eyes, a fire.
Our hearts, they beat,
Rhythms too complex to comprehend--

The impulse. The intrigue. The beauty.