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