OUR HEARTS SING

when you admit to yourself and to others that 

there are moments stuck in your heartstrings, 

making the music stumble along at times, 

you’re able to change the tune.

if you can’t see the spots that are worn and 

starting to slip from your grasp, 

then what good are the moments you hold onto doing?

the music needs to be played.

 tell of those notes so that others will hear the beauty.

ITS ALL SO REAL

this is a feeling - that in the moonlight all the 

whispers left unsung just might be heard. 

this is a song - that the candlelight might blow out and

 all my notes will scatter to the floor and I will scatter there too. 

this is a cry - that the breeze will take me with it, wherever it goes.

this is me, this is who I am, this is that I feel. 

MAYBE WE SHOULDN'T BE FRIENDS FOREVER

when you asked if I would always be here for you and I hesitated,
it wasn't because I didn't think I would want to stay here for you always,
it was because I didn't know if my way of being there for you
would be what you would always need.

so when I replied with a yes and your eyes told me you didn't believe me, it hurt.

I didn't hesitate because of me. I hesitated because of you.

[tell me please what this makes you feel and think of]