The way their tears
make you want to change the world
so that it doesn't hurt her anymore ...
Yet regardless
if you love them,
hate them,
wish they woulddie
or
know that you would die
without them ...
it matters NOT.
Because once in your life,
whatever they were to the world
they become everything to you.
When you look them in the eyes,
traveling to
the depths of their souls
and
you say a million things
without a trace of a sound,
you know that your own life
is inevitably consumed
of her very heart.
We love them for a million different reasons,
No paper would do it justice.
It is a thingnot of the mind
but of the heart.
Afeeling.
Only felt.
make you want to change the world
so that it doesn't hurt her anymore ...
Yet regardless
if you love them,
hate them,
wish they woulddie
or
know that you would die
without them ...
it matters NOT.
Because once in your life,
whatever they were to the world
they become everything to you.
When you look them in the eyes,
traveling to
the depths of their souls
and
you say a million things
without a trace of a sound,
you know that your own life
is inevitably consumed
of her very heart.
We love them for a million different reasons,
No paper would do it justice.
It is a thingnot of the mind
but of the heart.
Afeeling.
Only felt.
