True love comes in many forms.
The first man that I loved was my dad.
True love is putting a band-aid on a “boo-boo”
true love is showing that people should appreciate you.
In the form of a hug
or “laughing shoulder shrugs”
helping me balance on a bike I was too scared to ride.
Rolling eyes in a grocery store
or winning fights of “I love you more”
Dad taught me how to be a lady.
Yes dad,
some days I might think you’re crazy,
but you were the first man I’d ever love.
Weaving a hook through a worm
or braving a storm
only to embrace the sound of thunder.
You bring me pure joy
surrounded by noise
of this “big” ole city we’re in.
Yes dad,
I might not say it all of the time,
but you were the first man I’d ever love.
Apr 25, 2020
Apr 25, 2020 at 1:04 AM UTC
True love comes in many forms.
The first man that I loved was my dad.
True love is putting a band-aid on a “boo-boo”
true love is showing that people should appreciate you.
In the form of a hug
or “laughing shoulder shrugs”
helping me balance on a bike I was too scared to ride.
Rolling eyes in a grocery store
or winning fights of “I love you more”
Dad taught me how to be a lady.
Yes dad,
some days I might think you’re crazy,
but you were the first man I’d ever love.
Weaving a hook through a worm
or braving a storm
only to embrace the sound of thunder.
You bring me pure joy
surrounded by noise
of this “big” ole city we’re in.
Yes dad,
I might not say it all of the time,
but you were the first man I’d ever love.
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