Dry your eyes,
Little girl.
Don't let them in.
They're only words.

There, now. There.
It's just a tear.
A raindrop from your  
Atmosphere.

I promise you
Clear skies again.
Brush off your knees.
Arise again.

Dry your eyes,
My little friend.
More things begin
Where others end.

So stand and shine
Despite their words.
They envy you.
Of course it hurts.

I am surrounded by love
(which sometimes I mistakenly forget)
and I am full of it
and have plenty to give to others and myself.
Everything else is an over-exaggeration.
Because even if there was seemingly no love around me
I've still got me

so I should always remember
that it is impossible
not to feel loved

because it is always there

your laughter bursts through
all my insecurities

your smile reminds me why
I love you

my heart laughs with you

The next one to speak about forever
Will probably lose their lying teeth
For believing again I'll never
In such a childish fantasy and myth
The next one to say for better or worse
Will never count in mine presence
For such will corrode their worth
And my respect will be of no essence
The next one to say hallo will get goodbye
For it is better not to get immersed
Into sweet nothings, It's all but an iron lie
That doesn't last and does soon rust
The next one to move the fountains
Of my heart, will have to move Mountains