They were always there
but no one ever cares
They are not even aware

But you made me aware
you were willing to share

It was your favorite flower
and it turned into ours to empower
our favorite flower

But then you left me
stopped once to see
to remember when we were free

and when spring comes and the tulips bloom
it reminds me of you

and I'll be there for you
if you want to come back home too

Growing up means becoming an adult,
atleast this is what they say
but if being an adult means being like them,
I’m not sure I want it.

My heart aches at the thought,
my eyes brim with tears
my inner child begs me to not

and

sometimes
the only thing you need to do in a life
is to heal your inner child