We await in desperate silence for those to love us, that we first loved. Waiting for what we hope will be, what could be, and all that we've desired our entire lives. Compassion. Adoration. Comfort. Love.

She’s feeling your pressure
To get attention
In all the wrong places,
Don’t you see her?
She knows you’ll stop her
From making the wrong decision
One of the reasons she loves you,
Won't you stop her?
Stop her.
Save her.
Hold her.
Love her.
She’s getting attention
In all the wrong places.

When we all start out
We all have extravagant dreams
Just can't wait for the day
When we become teens

My darling child
You've given your heart away
A few too many times
But I'm here to tell you
I will make your heart anew
For the man I made specifically
To have all of you

I've written so many unfinished poems the last two days
And it's starting to make my skin crawl
But I keep desperately coming back
I need to finish a poem I need to get it out
But what am I trying to get out
I can't find words anymore
No longer do they gracefully slip out
Stuttering and stumbling
These poems are a sad excuse for art

Sometimes I see things
Out of the corners of my eyes
But when I look to them
They are gone, to my surprise
But once in a great while
They decide to show their faces
In the most unusual places

I will taste the sunshine
While I'm with you
It'll eat us up
And make us new.

I will yell to the thunder
While I'm with you
Hold me close
So I know it's true.

I will dance with the trees
While I'm with you
And when we're old
We'll see we grew.

I will climb mountains
While I'm with you
We can reach the top
The most beautiful view.

I will swim the ocean
While I'm with you
We won't have much
But we'll make-do.

I will become transparent
While I'm with you
Inside and out
You'll see me through.

I will be myself
While I'm with you
We won't be perfect
And we'll argue.

I will grow old
While I'm with you
We'll travel the world
If you want, us two.