for her

A hopeless romantic.
A sucker for sweet nothings.


You hunger for love,
like a kid for sweets.
You yearn to be touched,
like a deserted kitten.


You want to believe in love,
but you're too afraid.
Afraid of crying,
afraid of him lying.


You want to dream on,
and never took the chance.
You want to fantasize,
and never get to dance.


Till death do us part,
could it be just an empty promise?
For if happily ever after truly exists,
it wouldn't be called a fairy tale.


But no matter what,
there's always hope.
Only if you keep your heart open.
and not your eyes shut.