My pen falls on my paper.

   So you asked me to go to a party, one where everything would be perfect, you're promising. When my brother promises me something, I will never doubt a second of it, but still,against my will, the butterflies beat their wings in my breast and the stomach acid finds a new way to make me feel sick.
   So many things could go wrong my brother, while sitting and smiling and dancing I'll wait- for something, anything, most terrible to happen against the promise that your swears and holding grasp... Hold my hand big brother. Don't let go, never lt go, please don't let me fall in the dirt big brother. Please save me from the tears my sibling and keep promising the smiles.
   Dollop on the love and powder on the sunshine, and forever in your arms I'll trust, through the fear the smoke and lust, forever waiting for a doom to take me, that I shouldn't believe exists, but fear just the same...