Unconditional Lover...
Have you ever wondered, that maybe on the busy streets of life,
you've passed the person you were meant to be with.
Your love, your lost soul, the other half of your heart?
The one you've been searching for your whole life.
Even maybe the one you let go.
Sometimes I wonder when you will keep me company. I wonder when I daydream during my class, during my workout, before and after I fall asleep late at night. When I am alone in my room I sit on my computer chair and think about you. I wonder where you are and what you’re doing. I wonder as if you actually are there but just haven’t found me yet. Did I pass you by and not actually notice that you are the one for me? Did I leave someone that was actually supposed to be with me? Does it really matter what your sign is or what colour you are? I believe that I have someone out there for me who will love me and care for me and not leave me for things that aren’t necessarily good enough to leave. But mostly I think about you when I cry. I cry about love that’s been broken by the foolishness of others. Love can do crazy things to me. I respect love and its purpose for being here. Will you ever be in love with me? I wonder when you will be romantic to me as I will be to you. Wondering if that you’re the one I wanna be with forever. Sometimes I wonder how my life will be if we never found each other. Sometimes I wonder when I need you to be here with me. I need you to love me the way I will love you. I wanna love you more and more till the day that I do die. Wishing that for everyday of our lives together I can bring a smile to your face knowing that I made you happy. And I smiling back upon yours holding your hand and waiting for the sudden awakening of death to us part. Have you found me yet?
my heart is sometimes like a bench;
filled with people I care about, but would get up, walk away,
and never come back to fill in the empty space again;
the space that belonged to them.
But once its taken by somebody else, they cannot get it back.
Yea my heart is sometimes like a bench.
worn, torn, and wet from the rain and the pain.
Author Unknown