You've raised us right,
our faults are our own.
The actions we choose,
the mistakes we make,
all a product of our own fate.
You've given us more than the world,
you've given us life.
None more could be expected,
we appreciate you more than you know.
You're held in sentiment,
deeply embedded in our hearts,
all the way down to our souls.
You've taken care of us when we were young,
Our turn will come when you've grown old.
We love you Mom,
Dad, you're our hero.
Everything you've ever done,
is right and more.
I couldn't ask for two better,
role models in this lifetime.
It's for this reason,
I look up to the sky and cry at night time.
Jan 9, 2011
Jan 9, 2011 at 1:02 AM UTC
An alabaster smile,
Silver streaks through her eyes.
Trapped in her line of sight,
And as it seems, only to her demise.
Dec 24, 2010
Dec 24, 2010 at 4:30 AM UTC
And what is beauty but more than just an outward reflection
of ourselves that we see in someone else?
Perhaps an awkward perception,
but often conceptions of conclusions drawn
in our mind, all beginning with a thought,
sparked up by a glance,
peripheral markings in the eye.
An undying desire to fit puzzle pieces into proper positions
once and for all.
Wedged into uncertainty,
A young ***** in my heart for eternity.
Reflections of ourselves we seek in another; common ground.
Infatuating us with others
an indirect narcissistic form.
Nov 29, 2010
Nov 29, 2010 at 1:50 AM UTC