Looking for the one
Looking for the one
China doll, porcelain white skin. Rounded peachy cheeks , soft and curvaceous in the way they rise when you smile. Eyes like the pacific ocean deep and entertaining in the way they dance in the face of entertainment. Lips so succulent and flawless rising in the middle , the space between them and your crafted nostrils absolutely accurate.
Your touch is something of a distant dream gentle, weightless and effortless in its plight. How did I find you amongst all those women who broke me, drained me and shattered me? Some only wanted my heart, they didn’t want to give up theirs, sacrifices could never be made for me. It wasn’t my lack of beauty that made them maltreat me. It wasn’t the imperfections either. It was my lack of love for worldly things, my lack of love for the their crusading neck lines, their amazing wealth in beauty.
So now as I look upon your sleeping self. I wonder what it is in me that found you, or what is in you that found me. I wonder what supernatural force made our predestined paths cross my darling. Your weren’t my type so happy, bubbly and outgoing. Your horizons were so much sharper and engraved than mine, life wasn’t a fearful place for you, it wasn’t a cruise either, it was something you were willing to work at and fight for.Your sword used in battle is battered, bashed , oh so experienced but every time you get the same worn out thing, out , confident that you will win. Its not the sword that fights and wins, its your faithful spirit that’s infected me too.
You’re rich in something I cant describe , an essence acquired by rarity. Your ways are still a mystery to me but the answers you find are always rational. Before you I searched
China doll, porcelain white skin. Rounded peachy cheeks , soft and curvaceous in the way they rise when you smile. Eyes like the pacific ocean deep and entertaining in the way they dance in the face of entertainment. Lips so succulent and flawless rising in the middle , the space between them and your crafted nostrils absolutely accurate.
Your touch is something of a distant dream gentle, weightless and effortless in its plight. How did I find you amongst all those women who broke me, drained me and shattered me? Some only wanted my heart, they didn’t want to give up theirs, sacrifices could never be made for me. It wasn’t my lack of beauty that made them maltreat me. It wasn’t the imperfections either. It was my lack of love for worldly things, my lack of love for the their crusading neck lines, their amazing wealth in beauty.
So now as I look upon your sleeping self. I wonder what it is in me that found you, or what is in you that found me. I wonder what supernatural force made our predestined paths cross my darling. Your weren’t my type so happy, bubbly and outgoing. Your horizons were so much sharper and engraved than mine, life wasn’t a fearful place for you, it wasn’t a cruise either, it was something you were willing to work at and fight for.Your sword used in battle is battered, bashed , oh so experienced but every time you get the same worn out thing, out , confident that you will win. Its not the sword that fights and wins, its your faithful spirit that’s infected me too.
You’re rich in something I cant describe , an essence acquired by rarity. Your ways are still a mystery to me but the answers you find are always rational. Before you I searched
