Trust

I set a fire on the stove

And fed it every word I wrote

I watched my journals turn to smoke

Now all there is is what I spoke

I decided long ago

To make the most of what I know

And worry not of what I don’t

Perfect the art of letting go

Cause if I trust in something else

Then I don’t need to trust myself

I’ve learned a lot since I began

But I think I was wiser then

I’ve done too much and not enough

In trying to put you above

I cannot tell if I’m in love

Or whose regard I’m thinking of

If beauty is the only way

To make the nightmares go away

I’ll plant a garden in your brain

And let the roots absorb the pain

I set a fire to my soul

I hope it ate til it was full

I set a fire to my soul

It burned me and it made me whole