My parents' love
is strong;
even after 27 years
they still seem
to feel the butterflies

They share
whispers and secrets,
unknown to my ears

They share
tender kisses and hugs,
making me feel like an intruder
in their own little world

They share
a love
that can withstand
even the most severe storms

They share
a bond
no knife in the world
could cut through


I can only hope
that someday
I’ll experience
true love like theirs

Oh tell me,
how do I
respond to
>I miss you<

When I
don’t feel
that way?

do you even recognize me,
wearing jeans instead of a dress
because originally I didn't want to impress

or is she all you see?

The world feels impossible to bear right now.