To my daughter who is beautiful
And sincere in every way
And always opens her heart to me
When I’ve had an awful day.
To my daughter who has more faith in me
Than any person that I know
And would always follow me
Where ever I may choose to go.
To my daughter who has a precious heart
Big enough to heal us all
And though at times she is moken
You will never see her fall.
She holds more inner courage
Than any little girl should
And if asked to move a mountain
I have no doubt she could.
At times I know she’s troubled
But to this she won’t confess
She tries to be the strong one
And settles for nothing less.
Sometimes I feel she’s hardened
Her tiny soul has seen enough
And I fear sometimes she might feel lonely
In her great efforts to be tough.
I just want to tell her
That it’s okay to be afraid
And crying isn’t a bad thing
That’s why tears were made.
I want to kiss her.
Not because I want to feel the softness of her fair lips or the warmth of her breath as she exhales against me.
I want to kiss her because I can’t think of any other way to fully express the beauty that she is. I want her to know that I see her as perfect. That she is perfect."
You know whats fucking scary? The fact that I could literally change my life at any moment. I could stop talking to everyone that makes me unhappy. I could kiss whoever i want. I could shave my head or get on a plane or take my own life. Nothing is stopping me. The entire world is in my hands, and I have no idea what to do with it.
"text me when you get home so i know you’re safe" kinda people are the people i wanna be around