It is yours, take it I know it will be crushed in your hands I know that you will break it Go ahead and stomp on it, drop it, pierce it, drain, destroy it
I might be weak and rather small But I want you to know there is nothing at all I wouldn't do to make you smile I would swim against the raging Nile I would sail across the great blue seas I would find a way to achieve world peace For I might be timid and rather ill But my love for you is greater still
knowing how much you love me in return gives me the strength I need to face my demons and to conquer my fears.
Your face has been splattered with freckles all over. I look at you and I'm staring up at a star filled sky, yet to be mapped out. I give a name to the constellation on the bridge of your nose. I give a name to the cluster of freckles on your eyelid. I map the sky out and give everything names and I name them all after me.
There was no evil in the eyes of the man that smiled at me in the dairy section when I was little. There was no evil in the eyes of the drunken man that tried to talk to me at the bus stop the other day. There was no evil in the eyes of the construction worker who gazed upon my bare legs for a little too long one summer morning.