^... It's a sentiment that isn't often expressed, One that's laughed at at times... But it's something that everyone wants. I want to be seen (for who I really am), desired, known, chosen, pursued, and loved. I'm worth that... even though people may not see that, because they don't take the time to see me, let alone know me. I've said it before and I'll say it again, I'm good with Jesus as my all. He said that he'll give me the desires of my heart... I desire to be loved, truly loved. I've been seen... a few times. I've been loved by a few people. I've been desired by some. I've even been pursued a couple times... but I've never had all of the above. I'm a strong, tough, ridiculous girl at times... but alot of that is because it's what I've had to be to survive.
I care about other people more than they would ever know... and they just brush off my love like it's a stray hair on their jacket. It makes me want to be cold toward people... but I can't, I'm not wired that way. I'll keep on loving everyone -especially those who are close to me- and trusting that God has the people lined up who will want and love me for me... and of course the Jesus in me.
I'm not your typical princes or damsel in distress, I usually slay my own dragons. But I still want to be saved from my tower. It's a thousand feet high and I'm encased in a glass coffin... I'm still waiting for my perfect first kiss (don't shoot me down).
I want a prince charming who's... not so princely, I hope he rides a motorcycle instead of a white stallion, and has a soft heart of gold under a tough exterior. I want him to be in love with Jesus even more than me. He can be quiet, but I want a crazy rebel.
I want to be the first pick, and for all of the other girls to be jealous of ME (for once). I usually end up being the unnoticed one while other girls get the attentions of the guys I thought I was interested in.
But, to my future man: pick me, choose me, love me
<3 Alanna
I care about other people more than they would ever know... and they just brush off my love like it's a stray hair on their jacket. It makes me want to be cold toward people... but I can't, I'm not wired that way. I'll keep on loving everyone -especially those who are close to me- and trusting that God has the people lined up who will want and love me for me... and of course the Jesus in me.
I'm not your typical princes or damsel in distress, I usually slay my own dragons. But I still want to be saved from my tower. It's a thousand feet high and I'm encased in a glass coffin... I'm still waiting for my perfect first kiss (don't shoot me down).
I want a prince charming who's... not so princely, I hope he rides a motorcycle instead of a white stallion, and has a soft heart of gold under a tough exterior. I want him to be in love with Jesus even more than me. He can be quiet, but I want a crazy rebel.
I want to be the first pick, and for all of the other girls to be jealous of ME (for once). I usually end up being the unnoticed one while other girls get the attentions of the guys I thought I was interested in.
But, to my future man: pick me, choose me, love me
<3 Alanna
