She paces, moves...
Travels the world like I do
Ever changing like a child's desire for things
There are things about her I'll never know yet
I don't plan on dying soon, so there's more than enough time
The phrases I wrote on that paper that day
Are not seen here...
Words cast away like trash
Forgotten, never said...
Offering you what little praise I could
Excluding the pretty words but never beauty
Your skin is as the sun "Radiant" unlike the moon
You do not shadow but light a vision
Smiles that open doors to hearts and hearts that open there doors to you...
You fit yourself into ones life almost like a perspective, Something A person could live by
Someone like you...
