She’s lost and all I want
is for her to find herself
in her desires and passions.
She is beautiful. An image
that not even the greatest
painter can mimic. A sight
that not even the most
knowledgeable man can
begin to understand.
She is everything that I
have ever wanted to become.
And the thought of her
not being able to find
who she was once
is something that keeps me
awake at night, wondering
exactly where it was
that she lost herself
in the first place.
Published on April 28, 2014 11:34