the way she read books was the way i looked at her; interested and quietly always on the edge of my seat watching her beautifully move without any cares i loved when she blasted rock music in the car and made me sing along and i remembered she hated her voice but all i could do was fall in love with it everyday and yes this is in past tense because i let go of the prettiest flower in the ugliest meadow
One day, If I could give you, One thing in life, I would like to give you, The ability to see yourself, Through my own two eyes, The look that I fall for everyday, Only then, Would you finally come to a realization, Of how special you are to me
You don’t decide who Will make your heart race. The corners of your lips just Upturn so suddenly That you only notice your smile When you step forward and feel The cement pieces Of a shattered frown On the ground beneath your feet.