Mysterious

Hes so pretty i want to cry.

He's so pretty, I want to cry. He's something you'd see in a magazine or I a billboard sign. He's eyes are something beautiful, they sparkle when the light hits them. He's hair sweeps against he's forehead.

Oh boy does he have a killer jawline! I could just look at him all day. He's a piece of artwork, like the mona-Lisa priceless. Oh god! I need him to see that he's worth it. He needs to see he deserves to live. If he leaves a little piece of me will die. It makes me distraught at the thought of him not here with me. I couldn't bare the thought of receiving a phone call saying he's gone, I'd die.

I don't want to pull out that black dress I wore to my brothers funeral.

I don't want to sit In church with a bunch of low lives that don't care about him the way I do. I'm here! I care! I've always cared..

I need him to understand that I'm here forever.

I'll always be there holding he's hand, wiping he's tears away. I don't want to loose anyone else.

Can't he stay with me a little longer?

I know he feels alone maybe even a little worthless but he's not. He's Amazing. He just needs to see the things I do, he needs to give me the chance to show him.