Who am i
no i don’t have swoll muscles like his, the smile like his, drive a fancy whip like his, but i do have a hearts that’s big, hands to give, and a love that will never quit. bodys were made for use, but a girl shouldn’t be used, manipulated and bruised, it should never be her fault so ill always lose, and mental torture isn’t something she should get use to. instead of hate give her love, if she cries give her hugs, if shes sick ill cuddle her like a couple of bugs in a rug. love is kind, love is patient, love is blind, love is gracious, love is faithful to her even when you face different temptations. if she wants to hear a bed time story id tell her a tale of a princess that’d be kind of alarming, where in her past she suffered great hurt, but in the end i saved her from harming, then we rode into the distance on a white horse, man what id give to just be her prince charming. you can call me cheesy, corny, or a hopeless romantic, but if shes halfway around the world and calls me in a frantic, id catch a plane, board a ship, or even swim through the Atlantic, anything for her just to stop all the panic. maybe i am setting myself up for failure and my heart might get a little beat, just to find the one God gives me, but until then the wait is bitter but in the end, i will have tasted nothing as sweet.
if i could….
Id skateboard until my legs failed, with my head phones in, and my heart and head in the sky.
