our fingers entwined, i can only hope his heart belongs to mine. like silver thread stitched within my eyes, I know that most every ember dies. after the passion and the fire, will there be anything left for him to admire? I fear I'm not good enough... when he looks the other way, my head tells me to run but my heart tells me to stay.What a horrid situation you see with my brain telling me flee, and my heart saying i must stay and be, with this boy I've grown to love, i guess ill just sit patiently for my answer from above.
Her and Him.
September 7, 2011