Loving yourself.

by Tshea elliott   Aug 23, 2008


She is a mess of many colors, dysfunctional but free. She has the world waiting at her door but she would rather look out the window at it. Her life was taken for granted, abused and battered. Not only was she scared to close her eyes she was also afraid they would never open. She met him in a mess and loved him more dear then she could say. His eyes so emerald it awoke her broken heart to a bright and sunny day. This girl is now so alive that nothing can stop her and her heart is a big as her eyes.

Dirt and oil guff and grim,this girl may not be a girl on the inside. Under the car she hides her smile this is her real life. Tom-boy yet womanly, strong yet often scared. She is happy with who she is and has found the boy to share it with. The boy with that pretty smile and those eyes to melt your heart. Her eyes so dark brown it tells story's of love and all it's sweets. A free spirit, a lone wolf howling at the full moon in the dead of the night, wanting and needing the love of it's life.

She has changed for the better and lived thought the worst. Her once beaten body now holds so much life. Her heart beats strongly for him, he is what keeps her alive. She loves this boy more than her own life, for he has showed her the beauty and the light. How did she get so lucky to have a boy so unique to her self. She is stronger and smarter and she moves quick to take flight. Her life is worth something and she is never giving it up. She lives for him, she lives for her heart, at least she is living, some people never do.

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