my sister told me that sometime last summer. sometimes her words of wisdom just come back to me.
they mock me usually.
little things someone had told me, but i didn't listen to. but i want those words pasted on my forehead so i have to read them every time i look in the mirror. i want them tattooed to my heart. i want a constant reminder of it.
i want it to be my alarm clock in the morning and my lullaby at night.
and i want to sing it as a hymn to my daughters.
"want more, my loves.
demand more, my sweet.
know that no one will ever deserve you"
and i want them to believe it.
and then i'll show them what love really looks like...even if i was too young to realize it and then too old to say i'm sorry when i did
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and i nicknamed you earth, because i thnk the world of you
even from a world or two,
i'd poke my eyes out
just to be a blind
man, and read the braille along the
firmness of your skin
sung, the sensations
brung me a
i'd sacrifice my poetry for you
not just for anyone, for you
not just for everyone, for you
i do not need you to be behind me,
i want you
to be beside me. side by side
strive to be
more than us. more than just
but a relation with out inner selves.
sometimes words are enough