Leaving a legacy…


…and love… the worst of them all
Like a puzzle put together that takes work can easily be broken in shambles with one look; the very book that has to be read… I am that legacy…
You hear words as if spoken aloud for the whole world to witness. Turning the pages of our life together, we make history and time stands still…the world is not ready …or is it I whose not ready for the world…afraid of the very thing I want to embrace as a woman…as a little girl, who looks for the prince that is supposed to save her from all the pain. What is it with that anyway…why can’t I write this story? How will it end? Will I be entangled in you to the point of no end…I want to be with you but not become you. I want to write my story, become my own book…read me! for I am the legacy.
This I need to be in order for you to love me…the real me… Like a puzzle put together I make my masterpiece that can be broken any moment…It’s like a never ending story that I am glad to become apart of, but afraid of the ending.

Will you always love me?
I am a leaving a legacy.