(no subject)
Holding onto that one thing from which hope flows,
in ignorance I failed to realize it was in control.
The silence between us that kept me at bay
was taken for granted; such a beautiful thing.
I destroy everything I help create.
Ideals for a future where perfection is in all fail to get on their feet.
I cut swiftly and I cut nonsensically; I swiftly cut comfort at the knee.
Fear of failure, a soft caress of guilt, replace where we fit into this picture.
If I knew then what plagues me now
I would not have strayed far from the path.
in ignorance I failed to realize it was in control.
The silence between us that kept me at bay
was taken for granted; such a beautiful thing.
I destroy everything I help create.
Ideals for a future where perfection is in all fail to get on their feet.
I cut swiftly and I cut nonsensically; I swiftly cut comfort at the knee.
Fear of failure, a soft caress of guilt, replace where we fit into this picture.
If I knew then what plagues me now
I would not have strayed far from the path.