Back Of Your Eyes.

All the world, and all of its power cannot keep me from this.

I am stubborn and left in my own little world,

dreaming about the day I can be yours for the end.

And all the moments to come, sends me to my home.

Running wildly to hide from the embarrassment I never

wanted to lose such things I once was.

But with you, I am all I have wanted to be.

All these ties on my fingers circle in my memories,

and one by one I start to remove.

You are all I think about.

What if I was just like you, so candid sweetly?

Would I be able to show how brilliant,

how wonderful you are; in all the small things and the larger?

Have faith in yourself, I once was told.

But looking at you, all I can think of is

How did I get this lucky for someone so selfless?

Author's Note

06.27.2014