Trembling at the knees
She takes a step forward
Closer to the unknown

He is the first snowfall the night before Christmas
The full moon behind an orange atmosphere
The shooting star, gone in an instant

Her heart is a broken one
it has seen pain
it has seen abandonment

Does she take this step forward,
or shy back from fear of what if?
Still she does not know

Slowly she will move,
shield over her heart
Praying for a love she has never known.

You've broken me down,
every part of me disentigrating
the person i once loved
and was so proud of,
now gone with your pride

You made me believe i was never good enough,
that i never could be what you needed,
yet you dragged me in
giving just a taste of what could be
then taking it away as fast as you gave it

I let you become my life,
i let you become me
your emotion has grown to define mine
i lived for you,
..because you let me

But i could only hold on for so long,
theres only so much i could stand
i let you tear me down
break my soul.
I have put up with so much
its finally time to go

we had a good run,
we had good times
we had a friendship some could only dream of,
but the main word being HAD
its over now
and i can no longer stay
Goodbye

Love always,
What never was...

They very definition of me,
i hold in one simple title
my name,
one word
defining me
or breaking me

i have become an emotion in myself
describing what others may never feel
dragging out the reality
of my inner insanity

Taylor,
the name i was "given"
a name i have built my life around
Taylor has become me
my name defining your connotation of me
May it be good, or bad
Taylor has become me.

Feelings drag inside so deep
origin remaining unknown
pain, confusion, self-pity
plague my deepest being

Scared to tell
scared to speak
fear of showing my thoughts
the inner crazy only i know
held so deep,
yet so near the surface

Changing me,
inside out
Words dying to be spoken
but forever kept silent
no one can be trusted
with the words im so unsure of

Maybe i am crazy
maybe its all in my head,
dimming the light i was once so proud of
maybe.

My meaning has become a question
what once was so determined,
i now wonder of its validity.
Of its existence.

I drift silently through life,
trying to feel
moving without motion,
autopilot has become my new setting

Saying what you want to hear,
doing what you want to see.
You have become my answer,
to a question i never thought i'd have to ask.

Light fading from my frame
attention falls from the picture i hold
dust gathers around my corners,
detroying what i once called new

Almost non-visible i remain
trapped by the four corners i call my frame
kept only to be forgotten
time is calling my name

Always will i be reminded,
nothing lasts forever?
A picture, once so new and beautiful
now lost with every glance

Freedom,
a word used so loosely
to describe our lives.
When no other can tell,
we are trapped in our own demise,
hiding from the fate,
"we so choose".

Ones fate is not chosen,
in the hands of the holder.
Actions made blindly,
to achieve self-peace,
becomes the sentence of our fate.
A single word,
hesitation,
changing your world completely,
becomes the holder of your fate.

I hesitated.
Yes, I admit it.
That one moment,
could have changed it all...