In my heart a lock was formed,
a mirror to show eyes reformed.

I try desperately to turn the page,
only to second-guess and wonder if it'll open my cage.

Can a mind make a decision for the heart?
Past experiences foretells the falling apart.

The mind knows best but the heart cannot be stopped by any.
The heart is selective but hurt by many.

But when all the pieces have been put back together, I
wonder.
How do I hate to love more than loving growing fonder?

A scar is left to reveal that still, I dream of you.
Beneath the clouds I lay and the stars tell me true.

Written in secrets but told in lies,
all caught up, too gone to see the ties.

Eyes wide open, realizing I built my own dreams.
Hands held tightly together while the world tears at the seams.
 
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