Saturday, 26 May 2012

The Rescue


Beautifully broken is what she is, but I adore her.
I wait on the sidelines, my love a shadow following her on.
I watch as she stares into the horizon, her core innocence captured in the suns rays. I know she's thinking of him. Of how he did her wrong.
But don't you know I love you? Don't you know I care. I know if I kissed those sweet lips I would taste the pain, your weariness...but never fear my love, for it is my strong arms that offer healing, my chest to offer refuge...if only you would see, if only you would hear my hearts cry.
But you're beautifully broken by some one else, and for that you may never love me...

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