Growth

The man i know

The man i trust, the man i know i will always love the father to my son... The one. The man who can give us the world, the man i know who could help us to grow. The man who doesnt let it show. The one who doesnt let it grow. The one who i love who doesnt know how to be loved. This man is bold he has a heart of gold; if only he knew real golds worth...nothing but materialistic.

Nothing but stress, fights, iniquality and lack of trust. He wants and he needs but doesnt know about the space inbetween.

But the girl who loves so young but so old so clueless but too bold. Too in love and too alone to much to feel nothin of her own; but the bueatuful son she has to call her own. No one left...nothing to her but a caregiver. A used teddy bear;the one with stitched patches everywhere but too much memories to be thrown away. Too much love shes been there every day that u just cant throw away?

Why cant this man i see, see the same bueaty and chance that i see. The future; the growth... The lost petals and decay just to come back as a new stronger growth another way. Its a cycle but we learn to edapt.maybe one day he will see her worth no materialistic thot and not easy to find... She only loves the man she knows he just needs to want to grow.