she is but fragile and poor health with her heart,
she is but beautiful and yet so strong,
No one knows her pain except her love,
how strange she meets her love,
in her mind she conjures his words, painting in her mind,
a world that only exists in the depths of her heart lost in this world,
time flows ever so slowly as she waits for him each day, tears run by
heavy, down her cheeks like a Semi-truck sliding down a snowy hill,
slowly her heart begins to hurt, and has been hurting since she was a child,
wat she needs is true love, for her life is dying, her soul is being ripped apart each day,
like if god is teasing her again and again, letting her lay in hospital beds week end and week out,
wat she knows now is the smile of her lover and her smile that makes her want to live another hour,
but surely slowly, she is not waiting for the day she dies, rather, is it the day she truely is loved.
her eyes are pure, and innocent, but she has only been through hell to only discover
wat love is left,
wat is left, wat can she say or or what can she want, wat is left is nothing more than
an hour or two crying for what she can not understand,
she will not understand why she has to live with her 1 year old nephew that her sister abbandoned,
how can she understand how she can move on with her life, wat she wants is now what she has to
sacrfice, and even when she has to sacrafice, she will still give up her life to save another,
through pain and through struggles she has fought, knowing her life was in agony she decides to
take care of her sisters baby, take him as her own.
Through her love, she reply's herself when she was young, being beaten repeatedly by her aunt,
never knowing when to be happy, being locked up in a room just so her aunt can be happy,
everyday was a beat up day, for every little thing life offered, wake up gets beat up, talks and gets beat up,
see's friends and gets kicked,
her life was slowly giving up, but within her she beganned to search for her own love, the love she wants,
the love she wants to die with, to live with, and even sacrafice to be with, all because she believed love existed
and now she's in love, what remains to happen is going to happen, wat she wants to happen she wants it to happen.
So her life she has given up, but her love she is willing to live once again. As these words speak on here, her tears will drip,
as these words drip on these pages, her life is close, too close to death already once already.
to be continue...