Your skittish glances weren't what made me love you
Nor your tendencies to suppress your true happiness
It wasn't the panic you exhibit in times of stress
nor your inability to trust me..
No, Your walls were not the beauty that en-captured me.

but instead those small glances at what laid beneath
what truly was an ugly damaged terrain.

You weren't something any one needed
But you used to be, and you could be once again.

If some one could just persuade you
into letting down that ugly armour.
Those ugly insecurities
those ugly thoughts you used
to cover such shining beauty.

If some one could get you to come out and play
once more, then i knew that i would love you
And i was so heavily inspired by those gleaming smiles
that you dropped for just a second on my presence
and then relinquished.
I was enamored by those short but true laughs
you quickly stifled back down your throat afraid of being to loud. Or to happy.

And those are what i staid for.