If I were to write a book Based upon the entire life of you Including the smallest of detailed details Such as how your breath stays in perfect four/four rhythm But changes based on the slightest change of emotion And the way your lip quivers more upwards than downwards When you are struggling to keep your composure And how the sensations you felt spread smoothly throughout your body from the source like a wave And all of the billion little details like this All of the little details that make up your life Your history Your memories Your love Your life Your pain Your regrets Your dreams Your importance
I wouldn't be able to complete it
For all of the trees in the land Accessible by man would be cut down And used for paper just for this book
And yet, it still wouldn't be enough
Your history alone would take up several volumes Every breath would be chapters Your birthdays would take up dozen of pages each Your tears make up the changes in the exposition throughout And your laughs make up the climaxes of each part
Biographies are made about specific persons Only describing their general history But none of them can truly capture that person and their value For there will never be enough words Or enough pages To completely convey how special someone is How important you are
You are important. Remember this.
You are important. (Forgive me for the repost; a formatting error occurred and cut the rest of the poem.) (I noticed some mistakes in the words, so I have fixed them. Sorry for that.)