she would tell me a stories
with so many happy endings
that I could never understand
why she was always in tears
he kept her heart of ice
as a trophy of when
love goes astray
& she kept his pride
as a memory as to why
I can't erase the scars
of childhood or the abuse
but I can end that cycle
with new dreams
of call my own
she can't erase
his stain on her heart
but she can learn
to love beyond it
with your help
he became
her dreamcatcher
just to keep
her heart safe
from her tears
of yesterday
she turned my heart
to shattered glass
without a reason why
except for wanting
to say goodbye
her dance steps
were as elegant
as the dreams
she inspired
in love's name
she would take me
into her bosum
& nurse my
soul
as if I were her child
& not a dream
she held on to
she was the dream girl
that had claimed his soul
with out ever becoming
the reality he thought
he knew
the tempered steel
within my heart
has weaken
with her
birth
until I was both
her father
& her play thing