kamrin15

These arms, wrists sore and fingers have no will, Of all the things in my world, why did it choose that to steal. My hands look so strong...But they have idled for so long. Oh why do they ache and hurt? but i know the reason, Resting? no they have been used, but it has been treason. Remembering what they do, they will never forget, Of the days that blend together, what do they beget? Wrong doings and idling, why have i been in this state of being? Many do but can they not see how far it goes, I have not voice, i am just now seeing. All around the world changes, in ways i dont like, but where is my hand, Yesterday is done, tomorrow u

Prior to our introduction to one another, I was very different in some regards. But every second I spent with you , the black and white glasses i had grown accustom to, were taken off. To reveal a world of color, and wonderful things, I am still in awe that someone could or even would stop me in my world of a million shades of gray, and show me there is someone who cares, not just from expectations, but unconditionally, in every way. Every time my eyes look into yours, I am reminded of my utopia. A world so beautiful words fail. A blessing so great, there is only one thing i can do, smile and realize how lucky i am to have met you