And if I fall,


May I grow the wings needed to carry me
Over trees,
Through the mountains,
Across the plains,
Into the seas,
And beyond the horizon.

Love tangles itself around my heart
Like rugged ropes
Tied in the most complex knots.
My heart was the one who got itself in this mess.
It pulls the ends tighter and tighter,
Hoping that it will eventually feel like a warm embrace,
That maybe the rope will change into silk,
But it's tearing itself apart,
And it leaves ****** scars.

Life is the adventure that I just don't want to be on

It's hard to create
A world to escape
When the tool that is needed
Is destroying itself

Not a day goes by
Where I don't wonder *why...?