It's up to me to teach you right from wrong
It's up to me to make sure you  say please
It's up to me to make sure you go to sleep
It's up to me to make sure you learn to read
It's up to be to make sure you are clean
Its up to me to make sure you see
The beauty in this crazy world
It's up to me to teach you how to make change
Its up to me to make you have a shoulder to lean on
It's up to me to be your mommy

I love you both with all my heart
I hope I raised you right
I dream your dreams all come true
I pray that god will always be with you.
I cry thinking about how fast life goes by

I now see why people call it
"falling in love",
because you don't just trip,
you can't stand up after
and dust the dirt and blood off of your knees
like nothing ever happened
if the one you are falling for you
doesn't catch you
you can't patch it up with band-aids
and hydrogen peroxide
it's not a little trip
it's an enormous, mountain high fall
and if you don't land just right
you wind up with a broken heart
instead of broken bones

I never used to write poems
But then I read yours
And I fell in love with your words
With you

I miss someone, a girl I used to know;
Who puts a nose on her smileys
Who dances away her problems
Who reads a dozen of books a day
Who prefers her coffee black
Who always listen to her favorite song

Today, I met a girl;
Who sends smile - less messages
Who keeps her problems inside
Who would smoke countless cigarettes
Who likes to drink coffee every time
Who despise listening to a certain song because it reminds her of somebody

Such a chance
I looked in the mirror
And saw those girls as one

Can we start over?
Can we be strangers again?
Let me introduce myself
We can laugh and talk
And relearn what we already know
And come up with new inside jokes
And create new memories
And give each other
A second chance.

Your face
is the portrait
I would paint
if I was blessed
with the gift
of artistry.