This is where all my thoughts, feelings, and random information will go.
Only one person will understand everything I'm saying. So to those of you that have to criticise everyone about everything can just bite me. I'm not an English Major you know. For crying out loud, I'm only fourteen.
Cradle me close, To your Heart. Hold me alongside, A borderline. Dreams so imminent. I rasp out four words, "Take me with you."
A beam of love, Directed to me. Ample hands reach out. I find myself hoisted. Cradled in his arms. He responds to me, With feather light kisses.