With so many people in all the wild world at once it would seem that none are special. But it is your time, so precious you spend with the ones that makes them important to you. You spend your time, limited by your life that you might tame the ones you choose from their wild world. When they are tamed they become unique to you in all the wild world, and even when they are invisable from you it is only with your heart you can see them rightly.
The ones we invite in, the ones we make special to us can hurt us the most and even in the hurt we try to find love
Beauty is present but the soul isn't. You speak with golden specks on your tongue. You walk with the grace of doves. Your laugh is like the morning sun. But yet you still fall short where love doesn't manage. You quiver to the thought of happiness and cringe at the sight of laughter. They all scream "you're a diamond in the rough." But what is jelewry when it's not sought after and what is art when it's admired by all but one? You're aware of the power you carry, the beauty you conceal. The weapons your heart bares and the pain running through your veins. They painted you a mural but they failed to read the description - " commended by all, tamed by none."