I look at you,
and I see someone
who has lived and experienced so much,
Both good and bad,
And has come out stronger for it.
I see someone who is beautiful
on the inside and outside.
I see eyes with endless stories
and a smile with silent tales to tell.
I see you. And that's what matters the most.
Sleep, and dream about tomorrow,
For tomorrow will come quickly.
I'll be holding you in my mind;
I'll be there whether you see me or not.
In the foam of coffee, or the soft touch of wind,
In the comfort of couches,
In soft lights or floorboards;
I'm there with you.
May 2, 2018
May 2, 2018 at 5:11 AM UTC
I look at you,
and I see someone
who has lived and experienced so much,
Both good and bad,
And has come out stronger for it.
I see someone who is beautiful
on the inside and outside.
I see eyes with endless stories
and a smile with silent tales to tell.
I see you. And that's what matters the most.
Sleep, and dream about tomorrow,
For tomorrow will come quickly.
I'll be holding you in my mind;
I'll be there whether you see me or not.
In the foam of coffee, or the soft touch of wind,
In the comfort of couches,
In soft lights or floorboards;
I'm there with you.
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