Waves In A Glass Heart
Being able to love you should be more than simple emotions,
its like riding the waves of the ocean. When I lay my eyes upon you
your heart it is as pure as gold; but the treasure inside your heart apears unknown.
Because I love you I hate to share, you plus other people is equals something I can not bare.
When I see you I see past the shattered glass, and into your soul; I just get so mad that
someone left your heart a barren and ice cold. Let me warm it up, and bring out the sun
for I'd love to give you years of fun.
Your broken heart can be fixed, all the pain and rain can be taken away.
Give me a chance to ride the waves in your heart, trust me this is only the start.
Because I love you I show strong affections, eventhough I hate to share I have to
let you make new connections. As I see you laugh and play with your frineds you seem
happy, while I sit here in silence and let jelousy get the best of me. I run to you with open
arms but your actions say otherwise. "Communication is the key!" talk to me, don't just
push me away and say "let me be." I don't want my fears to get
the best of me. What are my fears!?...losing you; please understand the meaning when I
say " I love you." However I have to let you be open to others and build freindships, I'd
rather have that then you alienate your life to a meaningless mad ocean and no calm waves.
Trust what I say and do, for it is all for you! All I ask from you is to be there for me while
I fix your heart and create our own story. Your like a drug that runs through my vains,
just love me until the end and you won't feel anymore pain. Because I love you, I went
through the process of wanting the best for you and now you have a heart as good as new!
I see the crisp reflection of your beauty within you. Because I love you, Iv'e braught out the
sunken treasures I saught within you!
#BecauseILoveYou
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