There's..

there's you. the typical person who claims they are nothing.
there's she. the average female to feed your every need.
there's he. the one who is on the other side.
and then there's me, the one who has troubles and hide.

sitting in a corner

sitting in a corner you forget what's around you besides that crease in front of your angry eyes.
you're reminded of the walls and the rough texture it provides by keeping it wrapped around your own atmosphere.
but your back begins to ache and you want to move, but you're arrested from your own control.
so you begin to think of your history.
and you begin to feel your misery.
but all you can do now is sit in that corner with your angry eyes.
because you've lost your own control.

Your words are so kind.

"And it's in this time,
in the midst of spring,
that I reflect on our love,
and begin to smile
at this beautiful thing.

And we know not
what our fate may say,
but I ask that you don't
inflict me with solitude's sting,
and instead with you I'll stay.

And it's in this time,
on the eve of May,
that I cherish our now,
and begin to appreciate
our love growing each day.

And we know not
what we're going to do,
but I know that I will
entrust you with promise's pledge,
and spend my life with you."


Thank you sweetheart, I love you.