Confessions of a 5'1"

"If you're lonely, put your finger there and I'll think of you"

I want you to look at me, and I'll look at you. You might smile or you might not, but you can be sure I will. 

We spend a lot of time; talking. I suppose its a bit expensive-words can be quite costly these days-but we do it anyways. We get what we pay for, don't we?

My mother tells me its bad to swear, but for you I will. I swear I'll cut across the gray skies and color them blue by hand. I'll push the corners of your mouth up for a smile. I'll have chicken pot pie ready for you whenever you're sick. I'll lose my heartbeat to hear yours one last time. And, I'll always have my hand ready to pick you up again, even if you take someone else's instead...