I'll wait for her when she's gone. Even if it take centuries, I'll be waiting for my princess.
Tis not her unsatisfactory I crave, but her craziness drives me insane. Ironic right?
She has this certain--look in her eyes when she's feeling neutral. Yet she calls it her poker face. In other words, a man shouldn't be scared that she doesn't smile. It's her test.
Even though she quizzes me everyday, she refuses to give into the temptation to laugh. Her snort is kinda cute but, that's only a privilege.
She likes to hold pillows and sleep with her soft blanket. With me around, I become the pillow while she warms my heart during the cold hours of the night.
How long will it be until I kiss her?
That's her choice;If she wants a hug, she gets a hug. When she's mad, she won't tell you.
She sits in front of many people and express her opinions yet refuses to express her emotions.
She can be sensitive.
I like that about her, because I can piss her off easily. I know she likes to argue, she sounds like a child because her inner child will get shunned by the world.
The day I see her in cute overalls will only be when I'm not home. She can cover it up, but her favorite candy is Lollipops. She likes Ben & Jerry's Gimme S'more ice cream. I constantly ask her what she loves most...
You know what she says?
"Until I become best friends, then I'll love. My heart aches at night knowing how much of a fraud I am. My demons chase me in my dreams, attempting..reaching. My body shakes but I can't control what makes me crazy. Mommy said that my first best friend is myself, because when other hurt me, I'll be the only person left to rely on. What I love is invalid..the real question is. Why can't I love Valid things?"
And I stand up, hugging her tightly.
Little does she know, my love is valid.
I will wait for her to let my love become valid and I promise...
I will Always Care for You.
At night, she's restless. I don't know why she thinks so much, but I know she can't help it. When I leave the bed to get her hot tea and milk, she curls up and falls asleep.
She wants to be alone, she won't say it but she doesn't know how much I know about her.
She's my Harleen Quinzel and I'm her Joker, cute relationship, but if it were real, she would see how cute she is.
The praise she wants she won't get. The attention is in her hands but she won't grasp it.