She has a mind full of endless ideas and veins pumping nothing but the most extravagant words.

                 She stares off into the sunset admiring it's glowing beauty, never once stopping to see me beside her, admiring her own.

       Her tears roll off her cheek onto my arm wrapped around her securely, and with every wet mark they leave on my skin, my heart aches a little more.

          She listens to music that explains what she could never describe and I listen to every word, only growing closer to the girl with the hidden heart.
      
        She drifts off to sleep and I hear her restless breathing.

      Her eyelashes flutter, her fingers twitch, and she scoots closer seeking a home

                   within my arms.
  
    And that's the only thing I can give her that will always be there.
        
              My heart, my arms. A warm secure place that she can call home.
    
      No matter where I go,
who we become, and where we end up,
My arms will always only serve one purpose.
  
                     A home for the beautiful
sunset watching, heartbroken, searching girl that I call my best friend.