Her- .. But it's never the same as it was... soo many dents have been made... soo many cracks... it's not the same as it was... kids hearts are soo pure soo strong.. not yet experienced all the pain of the world... soo strong... no not anymore.. but there is always that one person who can make a grown women feel like there heart is brand new and stronger then ever.... they might not know it yet but if they drop the heart, if they dent it, it won't go back... it's never the same.
My Perspective- A pile of beauty lied in front of me. For I knew the pile of beauty before she fell into pieces. I then kneeled beside her and mourned for her. For she knew not that I had great feelings for her. It wasn't until she fell into the pile of beauty that I was able to tell her. As I spilled my deep emotions on the floor beside her, like ink spilled onto paper, she gave off a comforting glow. Her heart that was crumbled began to piece together as it soaked in my emotion. I gave her more words of my feelings and then the pile of beauty then began to mend itself back together. Then the pile of beauty formed into a gorgeous young woman. I then took her in my arms out of instinct. I gazed into her eyes hoping that the beautiful young woman that stood before me would never have to fall apart again.
