I don't want you to break, in your pastel blue blanket. Fine china in my arms, sniffling softly. Warm mittens, a sleeping cap adorned on your sleeping head. Mouth open, a small little grin , plays off from your lips. Little hairs, across you sweet sweet brow. I press my lips to your tiny nose, Ocean Valor. Like a wave you rose, open soft grey eyes, that yet wait to greet the world.

See,
Many these days see only one by their appearance,
Theyll calleth them beasts, monsters, ugly!!!!

Though on the inside, thy beasts and monsters as you calleth them,

Are the most stunning of all...

As Jim Morrison put it-

“come on baby light my fire”

Well consider me burnt

I am the embers of a dying flame
I am an ashtray in your heart

I am the curl of smoke on freshly lit incense

I am light
I am light

I am bones in a field

I am a solitary crow

I am smite
Baby, I am fading light

Your thoughts are so off brand
        I can't get them at the grocery store