This is for you-
beautiful,
understanding,
kind of heart,
quick witted ,
Where are you?
this beating drum has been drumming since,
hair first grew
in place i did not knew hair could grow,
or are your eyes only for
him; who hides behind a six foot tall juiced frame
big blues
and spaghetti like blonde hair
I've been waiting for you to observe what you see,
because heaven and hell knows you see
but are incapable of observing
oh dear you, don't cry
even though he left you
beaten, and damaged
broken, and shattered
lost, and bewildered
i will hold you, catch you
even,
when you fall
i will seize it all,
from the bruises,
scars,
and contorted memories
i will hold you
and,mold you
to your former glory