lines are meant to be broken.

i'm not the silly romantic you think. 

i don't want the heavens or the shooting stars. 

i don't want gemstones or gold. 

i have those things already. 

i want . . . a steady hand. a kind soul. 

i want to fall asleep, and wake, 

knowing my heart is safe, and will not break.

 i want to love, and be loved.