The only heaven I’ll be sent to
is when I’m alone with you.
I trust people only from a distance.
When I’m close enough to touch them
my throat has a way of closing up,
to keep my heart from spilling out.
I’m such a mess and would never want to stain your skin.
At just seventeen or eighteen years old, even before high school graduation, young people, without reservations, sign up for tens of thousands of dollars worth of student debt. A good education is worth it. Yet, at the same age, and for many years after, young people are extremely hesitant to give their hearts away to another person. Love isn’t worth the potential heartbreak.
What does this say about our culture? Do we simply think that our educations are more important than our happiness? Or do we actually realize that money is a material and replaceable thing, while our hearts are the one thing most of us can’t afford to lose?
but I can’t move the mountains for you.