It's pressing into my chest with a weight that is stronger than my own and my thoughts are running in circles, shouting in a language I don't even know

Something is ripping at my chest
       Picking it to pieces
Forcing my spirit into a state of brokenness

I don't know what it is but it hurts with the intensity of a raging fire and it's consuming my bones
My thoughts

My plans

My feelings

Flames licking up every sense of security or understanding
I feel lost with no sense of direction and zero understanding of this place in which I am trapped.
I'm longing for something,

someone

To understand
To know me and to be known by me
But there is no name
No face
Nothing to link me to this person, this person who I am already very much in love with

And I'm realizing that all of this confusion and ache
Is plaguing me simply because I haven't met you yet
I haven't met the one who fits perfectly with who I am
                           I haven't met you
                     I don't know your name
                          Or your face but

My whole being is continuously calling for you
And
Wanting you
So
I guess the point of all this rambling is just to convey that I miss you desperately, even though I don't know your name

And I want to promise you that I'm going to wait for you
And not settle for less than all I know that you will be,
I will not settle for less than the beauty of being with the one He has designed for me.

So no matter how hard it gets to resist the temptation, I'm promising you this now. I promise you that            I'm waiting.
And I'm hoping, that somewhere out there, you are promising this very same thing to me.

She thinks she is the kind of beauty that many worship.
All thin figure,
All dark eyes,
All nails that leave marks on your back and
All her lip biting and soft moaning

She thinks her beauty is a set of curves
She thinks her beauty is legs
Hips
Suggestive submission
She thinks her beauty is just talent,
She thinks her beauty is just an act
She thinks she's average, and her beauty is just made up

But her beauty is her eyes after the make up has run off.
They glow the sweetest, lightest green
(Her favorite color)
When the mask of mascara melts in a scalding hot shower

Her beauty melts you the same way.

Her beauty is the way she melts into your arms.

The way she talks like she doesn't care who listens
And listens like you're the only one that ever listened to her
The way she can say two things with one word and mean both of them.
Her beauty is persistence.

She would rather **** Superman than marry him
And I have no doubt that she could do either if she wanted to.

Her beauty is paying rent when she is already gone.
Her beauty is talking to the new guy when nobody else does, just to make sure he has someone to talk to.
Her beauty isn't in wanting to come in, but in her want to stay.
Her beauty is freedom seeking a place to tie itself down,
Her beauty is love for the sake of healing,
Even when the love isn't there.

Her beauty is the way she gives her faith to every good thing that comes her way.
The way she loves her dog.
More so, it's the way her dog loves her back.

The way her grandmother loves her back.
The way her friends love her.
The way a complete stranger can feel warm for days,
Just by meeting her for minutes.
The way nice guys have a real chance.
The way that she gives seconds chances to everybody,
The way anybody would risk humiliation to have one.

Her beauty is so deep that people can't climb back out once they've fallen in.

She thinks it's her ability to make love that's beautiful.
But I want her to know,
So desperately,
It's much simpler than that.

She is beautiful because it's so **** easy to love her.

Talk is cheap but can you afford it?
Making plans with you is like "Mission Aborted"

Time is money but time is priceless
It all leads back to a very common crisis

The ones you adore turned the ones you adored
You thought it was forever but nothings assured

When silence is communication, that awkward recognition
When all that spark and friendship goes missing

Cat got your tongue? No, but this felines got feelings
Words with no gravity goes straight to the ceiling

I can't feel you do you feel me?
It wasn't easy but now I see

All these clouds raining on my sunshine
Now I know you were never meant to be mine

An innocence not seen by these sinning eyes
A style, swagger if you will not appealed until I glanced
Never forgot the day my presence was overwhelmed
A sense of all things good in you, evil could do no harm
Like an angel from heaven
Sent to test me, or cast me away
Either way, I was being judged
Unsure what to say, I appeal to your sense of humor
A little dry for my taste, I got us both a drink
Religion, it is what may keep you sane
But for me, the lacking of it, making me unsteady
Testing me at every turn I could see it coming
How in this day and age a girl so sweet so pure, humming
Not a care in the world yet one for you remains in check
What you do is not for you but for the man, you sit and wait for his call and beck
You tempt me with purity, does that make you a sinner?
Even good things can be bad in the right light
But I would not accuse such a "******" with silly accusations and assumptions
I would only prove to fail the test, and he already knows it
Giving second, even more chances
I'll see you in the future