When i was just a little girl, i used to dream of being swept off my feet.
To a land my mind had never been. His face would be like something i had never seen, nor wil his body be as perfect as i would have dreamed.
And his way of walking, talking was nothing as it would have seemed.
A beautiful boy, this world has been utterly blessed. For in his life, he has been cursed and messed.
With the death of his father and a hole in his heart.
With the strike of twelve, where the story ends and my life starts.
A missing image begins to emerge in his body art.
I promise you, my face will be the one that shall cover the hurt and never be the girl that decided to part.
I'll give you love in the sweetest way, and you will run your finger around my body's outline, next to you i will lay.
To engrave the mark that i am making on your world.
With my body tangled and my brown hair curled.
And with your drawings, you shall paint a thousand words.
And we shall sing along to your song like hummingbirds.
You'll show me everything this life has to offer and not one day will we be put down by the pain we've had to suffer.