My dear child
your breath was small
and yet so perfect
you looked at the world with amazement
and it welcomed you with open arms

You were perfect as time itself.

But soon your lungs became weak
and your breathing stopped
Our miracle was gone
just as the hope we had for you

Shattered on the tile floor
just like tears of glass
We loved you
and watched you leave this world

A stone has your name in it now
and one day, when time comes for us
we'll see how much you've grown
and how much beauty
you didn't show us yet

Happy birthday my daughter.

The idea is in my head
the brush and paint the medium
the simple thought
to live in a fantasy

slowly the dream becomes true
as others now see
what I saw

I had almost forgotten the sound of your voice
The slight lisp you have
and how it made my heart flutter

But this time is different.
I couldn't let my heart soar as it had before
I had to keep it locked up

Locked up from the damage you did
Locked up from years of torment
Locked up
from you

I trusted you, and you broke it
a simple action made me question everything

but now we talk
small conversations
but still conversations I had begged for previously

I want you to be happy
but I am slowly understanding




That it will never be with me..........

As my time draws near
I sit and think of the past
trying to make peace with it all

Unsaid words plagued my mind
The fear of never being able to
made me reach out one last time

Now here we are
playing a game of chance and limbo

unsure what to do next
after our hearts poured out for one another

a simple game
a simple dance
a story left unfinished

will this be the end to my story
or is it just another chapter altogether?