Some times it feels like you have a hold on things. Feel like your grip can't get any tighter. Then you open your hand and notice you been holding nothing. The whole time you thinking you got this all is good. In real time you where to blind to see it slipping and didn't see the fall. Love is like holding on to a rope with a piano at the other end. You hold on so tight that your hands start to bleed. You do this because of the great reward at the end. At the end you get sweet music that's only if you hold and pull it towards you and cherish it. If that piano slips out of your hands you can get it back but its a diffrent tune. What I'm trying to say is love will make you sing late at night. Love will make you cry the whole day. At the end of it all only few ppl are willing to fight for it and even fewer are willing to die for it.
I Found love in the pretty brown eyes of lady. She is and will always be my baby. We hit bad times and some times that's all it takes is time to heal/fix what's hurt/broken. I never knew love could be so bitter but also sweet. I yern for her touch and she yerns for mine. I never looked in to any one eyes. For some reason I catch my self stairing and difting in to her eyes. She has the eyes to die for. The lips to cry for. The smile to make you know the every thing is alright. Waking up to her kisses and smile makes me feel like I found my peace of mind. I never seen a woman glide like her. Its like her feet don't touch the ground as she slides arcoss the floor. I feel like a puppy following her every steps begging for her touch, her lips, and her smile.
P.s. pray for me ... I can't tell yalll to smile if I cant
