Sometimes you just can't help it . . .

Nov 17, 2004 21:12

I love you . . . You are part of me. Not just the fun part, not just the part that smiles and loves and laughs . . .
You are part of the rest of me, not just the best of me . . .
You are no make-up, cruel, impatient, possesive, bitchy, controling, lonely, hurt, little girl like, a loving in spite of adversity. . .I am more thankful for the lader. I wish that you will take this, embrace this, not just not run away, but stay a while.
When you start to be scared, or when you want to know who you are, I want you to look to me, and find your center here in my heart. I look at you and I see endless potential. There is no one who will be more understanding or love you with more of themselves than do. I wish I could not feel this way, I wish I could look away, Lord knows that would be so much easier sometimes. Never the less I can't help being amazed by you. By your looks, your touch, your heart. You are a part of me, every part of you . . .
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