Saturday, December 25, 2010

stringing thoughts, like beads.

Don't let me go.

Not just yet.

These arms are made for holding. I can fit you between them quite well.

Press your lips against my temple and tell me it'll be all right. I know you love me. And although there ARE other things that matter, this is one of the most important; I love you.

Passion, it comes and goes. We don't have to share every interest to share a life. To make our small piece of the world work.

Don't let me go.

Hold me just a little tighter. I'll try harder to be the person you want me to be. If you'll try for me too.

1 comment:

  1. Hang in there... stay committed to the love you have and let that take you where you want to be. It is going to take some time but things will work out.