Words can be insignificant,
Simple and small,
With letters boringly built up,
Written in unflattering scrawl.
Yet
There are words so delicate,
So precariously arranged,
Their syllables just might fall,
Letting us see through the cracks,
To the selves we hold deep down.
There are words
Begging to be typed,
Words
That want to pour from my soul,
Words
Who’s only mission
Is to be read,
No one needs to hear your jokes,
Your remarks or your sneers,
No one needs to be pushed under
By the sea that you've filled
With the laughs that you've drawn
From ignorant thoughts,
Every day is new,
All because of you.
You brought me this world,
And were there for every journey,
Every step and every chapter,
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