I had almost given up hope of ever finding my prince charming..
He walked himself to my door, took my hand and led me past the fiery pits of hell.
I had almost given up hope of finding that perfect love...
It was always right there waiting.
I gave up on finding myself...
I just had a long path to walk, and I am still not at the end. I will always be searching, I will always be wondering who I really am. But who I am now, and who I will be in the future, are completely different things.
I am a shy girl who is sweet and sensative, yet also one of the most head-strong people you will ever meet. I am loving and caring, I am protective and sleek. I have my bad moments, but I also have the good ones, too. When I feel the world is spinning too fast for me to keep up, all I have to do is stop..
And think.
About who I am.
about who I will be.
About where I am,
and about where I want to be.
I have no idea where my future will take me,
but I know where my past has brought me. I am always here, always waiting and always searching.
When I finally give up, it will be because I am finally dying. On the inside, or the outside, both will bring me to my knees or my final insanity.
But can you tell me:
When will I be ready?
He walked himself to my door, took my hand and led me past the fiery pits of hell.
I had almost given up hope of finding that perfect love...
It was always right there waiting.
I gave up on finding myself...
I just had a long path to walk, and I am still not at the end. I will always be searching, I will always be wondering who I really am. But who I am now, and who I will be in the future, are completely different things.
I am a shy girl who is sweet and sensative, yet also one of the most head-strong people you will ever meet. I am loving and caring, I am protective and sleek. I have my bad moments, but I also have the good ones, too. When I feel the world is spinning too fast for me to keep up, all I have to do is stop..
And think.
About who I am.
about who I will be.
About where I am,
and about where I want to be.
I have no idea where my future will take me,
but I know where my past has brought me. I am always here, always waiting and always searching.
When I finally give up, it will be because I am finally dying. On the inside, or the outside, both will bring me to my knees or my final insanity.
But can you tell me:
When will I be ready?

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