Grew Up in a Small Town

[keyofblue8]

Seeing that person... You don't know him... well you do, just not in reality. You make up who he is... in your heart. You cling to that until you find that he never was nor is that individual. Or maybe, just maybe... he IS that person, he is more than that person... but if we don't give it enough of a shot to figure it out one way or the other? No time is wasted. No matter what we do, cut it or prolong it. We'll grow. We'll gain. We'll learn.

Sometimes, I don't want words.
Sometimes, I just want arms.
Sometimes, I don't want gifts.
Sometimes, I just want eyes.

Love me on a sunset on a bricked patio, on a starry hill-side night, or in the middle of the most run-down neighborhood city... just most importantly...

Love me.

I will Love you.

-Adam-