I love her.

I hurt her, the words vicious, the mind infuriated… her love pure, effortless, strong. She held my hand, she helped me up, gave me all-of-her love… I took her love and abused her mind… She’s wiser, i played a game, within her’s – a test. as the time goes by, i try to make it up to her, to give her my hand, but she’s neglecting me, as the moments pass, i feel overwhelmed with feelings… She looks to me, cracks apart every insecurity, vulnerability with efficiency…. i up-lift her being too… I can’t comprehend, everything she’s done is for me, and how it’s what i’ve needed, and previously couldn’t understand how pleasurable true love could be. too her i’m an excellent man, a kind and gentle individual… to me she’s an angel – sandy glistening spirit, the tide sweeps the beaches and her soul captures the dirty tide of my mind within her golden sandy palms. And onto the beeches is rapid rain drops of my tears needing her back.

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