Maybe in the next life I'll be the musician.
You'll be me and I'll break my own heart over and over again.
Or you'll break mine.
Or I'll break yours.
You can have my words and all my thoughts
Hold them as your own,
I'll be soft and gentle with you
Just as kind as the sweet songs you'll hum
into my mind.
You'll feel lost and push me away just to save yourself rom the fear of
being alone.
You'll hide away for days just waiting
to be found and I will find you.
I'll keep finding you
over and over again.
I'll save you from whatever strange idea has most recently creeped into
your constantly turning mind.
Ill save you only to give you your strength to run and hide again.
We will play a vicious cycle,
continuously returning to our inevitable goodbye.
With each coming of the cyclical beginning of our end,
we vow to pull at each others hearts a little more tightly
than the last time.