She's a work or art.
Her smile is beauty I can't seem to let go of.
Her skin, I wan't to touch but I'm too afraid will break.
She's the light in this dark room that I want to reach out and hold close.
But distance grows more than we ever thought it would.
I miss her when her absences is too obvious.
Not having her here isn't worth trying to get through the day.
She's the other half of me that I never knew I could ever charish.
She's willing to take me apart to fix what's broken.
What's not meant to be there,
She'll throw away and replace it with her affection, even if I don't even
admit to it.
She knows me too well.
I question weither or not my love will ever be enough for her.
If I can return this happiness that she has me holding onto for dear life.
If hurting her is all god has in his book of chapters then I'd rather die
before hand.
Because I'll never hurt her, or make her feel unworthy.
She's the sun and I'm the water; ready for her to take me in.


 
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