That little girl who plead's to try...

Take my hand, it waits there cold, waiting upon the warmth your touch brings. Maybe it is asking too much. Maybe not. Your touch makes me warm inside, like the sun hitting you on a chilly Spring day. Warming you on its contact of its radiating light. Your eyes looking at me with a smile, holds the same meaning. Every moment without you feels like eternity, but yet with you, the time flies by. How cruel is this?

Cruel it maybe, but eagerly anticipating the next moment I can be within your embrace. Funny it seems that such a small act creates such a powerful emotion such as this. Within a million faces, I search of yours. Just hoping for that chance to hold you again, maybe one day earn a welcoming kiss upon seeing me smiling at him like nothing else matters in the world -- as in reality this is what happens upon his sight. The whole world disappears. A war could break out, deafening noise, screams, bombs with spitting fire from guns speeding by us, and I could find peace there as he looks at me with a warm smile.

I believe in him, and I believe we both were made for chasing dreams and I believe chasing them together we will either come to a conclusion they are not catchable, they will not matter after we have caught them -- or possibly what we was searching for was found within each other. This life isn't always what it seems to be, in the fast paced society where we are all to busy for one another, we sometimes need to take whatever moment we have to share it with someone you care for.

I have been alone for far too long, and it is at this point I see him as someone I want to never stop listening to or learning what drives him and his heart. How can I make an impression upon his heart of his. I feel and see you -- only you. In hopes you will say the very same. I am told by that small child inside me called "Hope", she whispers weakly to "try.", although my fragile heart developed thick scars and it says "No, I cant take another stab."


There is so many things I wish to tell you, but I cant. Loosing you in anyway, I could not bear. My past created how I am now, sadly. In my past I would open up how I felt and pour that emotion out in hopes someone would share how I felt. Maybe that killed the optimistic woman and beat her down into that child cowering in the corner, with blood spattered, dirty what was once white frilly dress. She eagerly awaits for that man that will love her as much as she could give to him, as she has a lot to give.

Maybe that man can see this and open up what I can tell similar very damaged heart; to try one more time, like me I fear it, so I understand him. I can feel he see's something in me, like I see within him. Were both damaged souls in search for someone that can make us whole again. But I see something in his eyes that holds him back, mind racing with "what if's". Let us share moments together, do whatever comes to mind and enjoy it. Maybe were born to meet like this, destined to help each other heal and create meaning for us to continue into the future and maybe, just maybe happy we tried.

Que Sera, Sera,
Whatever will be, will be.
The future's not ours, to see.
Que Sera, Sera
What will be, will be.