Rare breed...

I like average... Even if they come in a rewrapped package... Someone who doesn't have much but still tries... One that knows every now n again even luv cries... The simple type that ain't never been rich... Though fight to have a lil something kissing their lips... To freely give to an other without distributing old pain... Knowing hope has faith in enjoying a gain... I enjoy an open mind... With one that owns a heart unafraid of life... A more rare breed to open up to... Comforting the feel of truly being put to use... With a conversation that doesn't havta say a word... Or talk all night talking about anything jus to be heard... As their smile in its own brings me from within... In sync with themself before looking my way to lift a grin... A unique kind willing to share a few memories made along the way to the looking back on... Where there's an unspoken connection known as the norm...