I cannot seem to evade this sense of doom,
From the feeling of constantly failing when I was meant to bloom.

Giving your heart
To another
Is like jumping off a bridge.
All you've ever known  
Is falling hard
And sure pain
From the one who promised to catch you.
An experience
You never want to repeat.

*      *      *      and you are      *      *            
   *           *  just­ like the moon *      *          
*        *   *      -----so, alone-----      *      *    
   *      *    but you shine bright  *      *    
*     *            at the darkest  *      *     *
   *      *      *     of times  *      *      *      *    
*           *           *           *         *