Libra
headoverheart
Bless me with my wishes..
that the following will be bestowed upon me...
his powerful ideas that drive me crazy
but are sometimes my saving grace
his eyes that harshly critique my mistakes
but see the utmost needs of my soul
his voice that does not often speak of the good
but never fails to whisper what i need to hear
and it doesn't matter if he won't hear my demands
so long as he listens to my heart.
my heart...
beating for every ounce of his insanity
that worries the hell out of me
longing to be he target of his scrutiny
that'll bring the best of who i am
desiring the shelter of his rants
which are the melodies of my world.
my heart that offers
to withstand the million frets
to strive to be the best in his eyes
to sing along with his yells
just to be loved-- even a little.