♥ signed a giddy girl .

i peak through your blinds of phrases and metaphors to see you .
your words give me peace in my war of confusion & collision . you see, i admire you. so generous, giving me the present of hope in love ... gift wrapped in a bow and ribbon . i see the illusions in your eyes and the similes in your smile . i cant help but want to know more . your warm words comfort my cold . you're deep, hell . . . i just wanna swim in your contemplation .

my binoculars see past your outer design, believe me ! my lenses only see your thoughts, your enlightenment, your 'it factor' from afar . ha , couldn't say something like that with a straight face . your outer 'easy on the eye' glistens just as much as the beauty within . but what's wrong with that ? i don't care about diamonds and things gold-plated . i just wanna hold your thoughts, your ideals, debate it .

i don't know you like that , don't care if i do . my heart is still tied into knots & twisted like a maze ... out of order . but honestly, im crushing on your perspectives & im smitten by your romance-painted mind . i would have NO PLACE in your heart, for writing is your muse . . . i'd merely be a mistress . but i don't wanna take the risk of falling for your fairy tale words, so ill just peak through your blinds of phrases and metaphors to see you & blush .

dominoes .

my friend .
going through some crazy type things . things that no young man should have to endure .
my heart aches for him at times , wondering if the world's stones will be too much strain on his shoulders . i wonder what God's purpose is for all of his issues & adversity .

but, he smiles . through it all, he smiles . he could crawl into a corner for the rest of his life & have pity on himself , but he finds joy in all of his situations . joy and happiness are not the same thing (but thats a whole other topic) . i just know that he always says, "there are people out there who have it way worse than me. i pray and keep it pushin." instead of looking at his glass as half empty or half full, he decides that it doesnt matter at all. With time, his glass will be overflowing with blessings . his joy inspires the joy in me . a blessing with a mask on it .