I didn't realize before now that something as simple as you grinning at me when no one, not even me, can see is quite sufficient to restore my faith. Is it possible that you really do smile at me just for being, just for being there, just for being there and being me? I could constantly whip my head around to see, but those then wouldn't be the ones that really meant it, really meant that you could smile at me just for being, just for being there, just for being there and being me. Me with you can certainly leave me grinning in the dark, or in the light with no eyes to collect the glow you leave on my face. Oh, I hope that the glow is mutual, because when you are getting ready and I've been ready, nobody can see, and I can't help but smile, and every-other time I am careful that nobody sees. This is one way that I know. You see, my trust is strong but my trust is scarred. I'm careful not to confuse scared with scarred. Scared is something you haven't provoked, scarred is something that you can heal and revoke. Build me up, and we'll go and we'll grow. I believe in you.
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