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She dreamt it


When the moonlight shines

through the broken glass,

I will remind my self

of my shattered past.

 

I swore I wouldn't cry

A vow I could not keep

A decision I never thought

Would allow me to sink so deep

 

My thoughts were not my own

Fear took over.

I gave up on myself

I gave up on my life for a moment.

 

I did not know how to cope

I didn't know how to cry

I felt stupid,

I felt numb day and night

 

Than I learned what my heart wanted:

I realized it was in front of me,

I learned the path of my dreams,

I realized I could be.

 

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