On the worst of nights, I promise to myself I will not return to every place you hurt me. Shedding tears, we weep our hearts into our shaking hands. Everything is and is not as it should be as the piece come together than scatter again to the stars. The moon looks down as if saying oh look at you lay beneath the tree, so small so quaint. So pitiful yet beautiful. I remember once you used to fly. What happened to your wings?
My wings?
What happened to my wings?
You happened to my wings. The darkness that surrounds me, that chokes me and tried to suffocate me. I once flew among the clouds and the bright glittery sun. I’m caught in insanities grip. Dear sweet moon how can you follow such a damaged girl so absolutely? But I have hope, a prince I have grown to love. A beacon in the desolate land. With him no matter how dark the night gets hope is possible.
Once I felt surrounded by a crowd of liars and thieves but now I have a king who makes me feel like a queen.
On the worst of nights, I promise to myself I will not return to place that you hurt me. My love calls to my soul like a beacon of light in these rough seas. For with that light now I feel peace even when I am scared.