Thoughts creeping into my head,
by Joseph Tanner
Ones that I’d like to push away,
Yet they stay.
Eating into my heart,
Leaving me to fear the worst.
Would he slip away?
When I’m not there to say bye.
Would he leave me without a word?
Would he leave me with my tears?
Let me pick up the pieces! ,
Of my shattered world,
Like the greenhouse in my dreams.
For me to stand in the way of the stones,
Protecting my house,
When I know there is nothing left.
Will I hurt?
Or would I just walk away?
Cutting myself on shards of glass.