Luvsit07

LIFE isn't a romance novel, 
   so don't expect perfection.

And I'll wait for the sunset
 leaving hues of pink and blue.
Splattered on canvas... as an artist's after-thought.
Wisps of faded clouds forgotten, an unheard fallen oak at night.
Wind brushing across our carved names, like thoughts put down with chalk.
Rivers washed away mounds of dirt like every childhood dream once had.
 I stood in earnest, letting the rain wash salt from my tears, just to ask that painful question .
"How am I to love?" said as but a whisper in the wind.
Your worn smile, cracked like broken sidewalks, can't hide your knowing eyes.
With a hint of woeful pain, I heard
"It seems we are the same."
Is there no chance of fairy tale love, in this world so full of hate?

& once you realize that you've found that one special guy, you wonder
"Why in the world did it take me THIS long to figure out it was you?"

Twisting fingers, nervous; it's all a little much.
Casual hugs and glances are changing to a crush.
Daydreaming so often should classify as sin.
You don't know what to think, wondering what it means to him.
From the way he talks and holds you,
Assume he feels it too.
He's terrified of taking such a chance,
of changing new friendship to romance.
W.i.s.h.i.n.g. to see what you think
about him when you slyly wink.
Both of you are at a loss
of what is next, and what the cost.