Breathing you, in hopes of filling the holes of past hurts untold and unknown to the eyes of a new lover.

Here I am dressed in every color eyes sparkling no make up to hide my expression as I play lightly on the surface. Fun is all you see. I charm I giggle and my claws start to creep for I feel starved for true affection. But I can only give what I have been given a book of pictures of what could be. Wounds so deep no ones diving in with me. I must brave up the courage to let you be so I can fix me and not send another running.