Tuesday, February 16, 2010

Trust (an unfinished piece)

Trust is you and me standing at the highest point of the highest mountaintop and jumping, both having faith that the other will learn to fly before we hit the ground

SO like acrobatics, I balance on this tight rope which we call our love, sometimes hoping that I do fall because it's not easy enduring your pain for the both of us

And although women were built with wombs to nurture, you were never my child to raise.
I didn't come into this expecting to be a mother, I simply wanted someone to love