I use to imagine the day someone would write poetry for me,
to my soul, for my eyes, only for me to see.I wanted their words to jump off the page,fill me with emotion, release my heart from its cage.Words that showed a smile when writing,intensity and passion, that I was worth the fighting.A piece that was worth a read everyday,something that would turn a rough day into my way.One that was stripped down, the words were raw,but showed my character and even my flaws.One that explains how my love makes them feel,stating they never minded it was their heart I did steal.Something that proved they would never leave but always remain,even if I did drive them mad or a bit insane.One that makes my heart race and I beam with a smile,claims its always been me all the while.Yes, I use to imagine the day someone would write for me,to my soul, for my eyes, only for me too see.