*lifts ur face wiht my hand under ur chin* dont worry..........*places ur hand on my chest* a glass heart remember? we both have one and trust is one thing.....and so is friendship....*smale smile*
*hugs u again but this time firm but filed wiht luv* i didnt know.........But trust is fragil....and i want to trust you and have u trust me......
It is something that should never be taken lightly. If you trust someone with your heart they might just break it in the end. And the reason i say that you dont have a cold heart because i see warmth in your eyes, *lifts your hand and lightly rubs it in my hand* and in your touch. YOu have such a big heart and i want to say that you are not alone in this world. I paint and write and all those creative things because i can let out my anger and sadness in the only way that isnt even destructive. And i know that angels can be crule and Deamons can have a soft heart. But i chose to talk to you because i can see it in your gentle hands and in your eyes. You have a glass heart and it has shattered but i want to help you find the pieces and put it back togeather. *laughs alittle* and that is why i chose to talk to you. YOur eyes are the gateway to a warm loving soul. *holds you alittle tighter* and yet sad.
My father would always get me a pop and tell me that it will all be good soon. *laughs alittle* he always knew how to make me laugh. *looks up at the far wall* but i talk about glass heart because that love is a very fragile thing.
*holds you snugly against my chest* I will tell you....the reason i hold it all in is because eventhough when they were alive they were the only people who loved me. *sighs and closes eyes* when i was little, the children would always pick on me beause i was different. They would throw rocks at me and beat me up. *tear rolls down my cheek* Everytime i came home and my mother saw me with bruses, even if she is working, she would always hug me and tell me everythign is alright.
*Stands and follows you out and then grabs ur hand stopping you* its alright......*hugs* its not your fault
*looks down at my plate and feels a wave of sadness flow over me* as often as i can........
*sits down* i dont understand.
*smiles and puts the bottle down* no problem *walks into the kitchen and comes back out with 2 glasses of water*
*smiles alittle* nonsense, *holds up a bottle of wine* care for a drink? or you can have some water.
Three princesses slave
What a feeling in my soul