Losing grip, that’s what it’s called,
when you feel as though you’re falling.
The ground stays still, but your mind whirls –
hoping, explaining, stalling.
Nothing compares to how you dream,
thinking of the future, coming fast.
But if you rush it and only fear,
nothing will ever last.
The love of your life stands before you,
offering a stable hand.
Taking it means trying
to silence all you can.
In hopes that you will make it,
you try and change your life.
But hoping is never enough,
when working through your strife.
Hard work lies ahead for those who care
and the others that are never there.
They all dream but never see,
the thoughts that they all spare.
Falling in love or falling apart,
a lyric in a song.
But falling can be good sometimes,
although it may feel wrong.
Hold me tight and don’t let go,
like you might your dreams.
Value me as much as your values
and this will never have to cease.
Loving hurts, but loving heals
as I have found today.
A one true love will not be lost,
since love will find a way.
