I see her everyday yet I don't know about her.
She has the this warm hint in her eyes with a danger edge that keeps you at bay..
Her soft touches that have me confused.
What is it that she wants?
What is it that I mean to her?..
Yet when she speaks I feel her pain through her dull and half hearted words.
She doesn't speak much yet when she does she tells me how they'd forgotten about her left her all alone..
How her body had mattered more the her ownself to her own blood..
Then suddenly she stops making my heart break into two.
why,why? won't she rant to me about her pains her sorrows her worries?
Yet I find it easy to tell her whats in my heart.
Even through half truths maybe,maybe it's because of them and how they'd stop her everytime she'd wish to speak to ask for help..
But her embrace its not cold it's warm even after all she has been through she feels so safe she is my home.
Yes she has her guard up at all times the walls inside her mind always standing tall ...
So yes she is my everything today,
Tommorow and hopefully even forever.
