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He can see kids glowing in the kitchen,
Hands sticky with sweet gossip,
Bright, beautiful little selves smudged by the window that he,
A cracked old statue has broken his hands and fingers by banging on,
A girl stood alone
on the edge of the world,
scared to fall,
but somehow she could not leave
Her heart pounding,
Her chest screaming,
I have this little balcony
On the second floor of my house
My big white house
With gold fixtures
In this town in sunny so cal
They say the eyes
Are the windows to the soul
Stained glass
Of brown and green and blue
I look into her eyes
The eyes that match the color
From the moment you are born you enter into a world outside of all that is safe and cozy. Thrust upon lands. Joining a world of thought known only when you are at peace with your being.
Everybody fears death
Until they’re already dead
Left for the people who hunt the weak and support the strong
Am I wrong?
I’ve heard it all before
It is wrong for me
to want to hold you close
and tell you that it'll all be okay,
even if I have no way of knowing
if it will be?
A kid simplified and broken down
Reduced to a microphone in their hand,
The notes that leave their lips.
This child is more than this.
“You are my daughter”
If anyone ever called me beautiful, I don't know what I'd do..
I'm used to being pretty but not that pretty.
Plain but not ugly.
I've never been called beautiful.
Beautiful is for people who match some standard.
The sky smiles when you laugh and so do I.
Even though we barely know each other, I feel as though I've known you for a million years.
Your laugh.
Your smile.
Everything I've seen and all that I haven't.
“Tho’ Nature, red in tooth and claw / With ravine, shriek’d against / his creed—” - Lord Alfred Tennyson
Yes, you are a Man!
You, sir, are no beast, so