Tower by the sea : Her point of view

I find myself thinking about you everyday.. Every night, all the time, seeing all I have is time.. the way you smile, your dimples the way your eyes shine when you’re happy, every tear that I was never there to catch, and making sure that you never have to worry about ever crying another tear. that one day I will be there, to catch every tear that falls, from your lovely eye, that sometimes I just picture, how you look, the way you lift one eyebrow in suspicion, the way you crinkle up your nose when your mad, the way you do your silly faces.. and sometimes I get excited, cause I know “forever” will not keep my hands from beholding your bask of beauty as a human, that distance, will not set fire to my rain. That one day my love for you will be in arms length. but until then, my love builds up for you like a tower on the edge of the sea.. Just waiting, never rusting built with fine rocks that never seems to lose any minerals or ever decompose of old age, see cause these aren’t just stones, not just bricks, these are blocked emotions that my tower is made of, blocks of happiness, trust, knowledge , and it’s guarded my fences of pain. the door is black and blue to show the beating my tower  has took, to show you that even know my mighty tower stands by the sea, that sometimes it hurts. sometimes it gets crippled by the vein of insecurity.  And my fences, my fences are my yes men. cause with out a nod I doubt that they’ll let you in, my fences are Red barb wire much like resemblance of wilted rose, in each strand of bob wire tells a story, and every time my fences get hit against, they create another strand, and another, resulting in a cage like theory. but until someone daress to enter ill still be standing by the sea