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All I want from life are those little things, it's not even life that I desire but those tiny things that make it worth while. For me it will never be about money, riches, and gold but of the flower that inspires me to pick up a pen, that dark black rose too pretty to ignore. All I want for myself is to make someone truly happy to share the fun times of my life with them while enduring the sad, holding their hand on a moonlit night with the dark blue sky set ablaze with arrayed stars. It's my dream not to love someone in the sensual sense but to warm their hearts; to melt away layers of ice with just a touch, be able to make someone happy with my hug. All I want from this God forsaken world is for someone to love me as much as I would always love them, to hold someone in an embrace just to be held back snuggling with the one I love for hours on end each time we do wondering when we would do it again. To have that person that lights up my face no matter how desolate I am inside, the one that has my heart beating for them. All I want in this unforgiving life is a special someone a relationship where they are not mine but I am theirs, just these little things that pass us by running around just in and about everyday life. |