My heart belongs to three Split and undecided The first one is not my first love it took seven years, but that one means less than nothing to me now no, the first person to reside in my heart he's been there for me through a lot of stuff that he could have just left me alone even when he was happy with another (and im shocked at how many that line applies to) he was always there for me i might be able to really be happy for his happiness now, but i still love the man the first man that i thought i really loved after my first love the second person that has taken control of my heart they controlled me for a year before we started dating and then nor now, do i resent that person for that my old lover, but then again, not quite lover my heart could have been their toy but i know i am loved and i still love but i love from afar because its not right for me to be with the person that i want to spend the rest of my life with at such an early time in my life i will come back for that one when i know im ready when i can only hope they will accept me back the third inhabitant/owner of my heart they actually earned my heart there are some who i have given my heart to whether they wanted it or not and others whom may have wanted my heart but i could not give it to them but he, this guy earned my heart and my love its difficult to say that, when, every time i think of him i think of him as a kid hes not even two years younger than me hes even a little taller but its his childlike personality that makes me call him a kid but i also fell in love with the carefree smile and the extreme silliness that allowed that smile back on my own face even when i had problems, even at times that i wanted to cry the only way he let me cry, was tears of laughter i laughed because he made me laugh not because everything was fine in the world but i was happy with him, despite my problems what can i say, i love him even if i call him a kid and say hes a moron and a goofball and a spazz i still love him
Ayala55 · Tue Dec 01, 2009 @ 02:56pm · 0 Comments |