I don’t believe in reincarnation But if I did I wish to be reincarnated in the grass u lay on and that star in the sky The same star you wonder at every night Or the soft breeze that blows by your window first thing in the morning Your dark coffe mug so I could be as close to your lips as I can be Ur mirror so u could see yourself through my eyes The tree that sits in your backyard so you can trace our initials on my skin And I don’t know if reincarnation is real but I know our love is
Our home has an uneven foundation The walls are crumbling and the support beams are rotting And tonight, the roof finally caved in. As my lungs filled with sawdust I covered my ears I covered my eyes and hid from my fears I didn’t wanna hear the screams or the tears, I couldn’t bare to hear promises of suicide And claims of pure hatred with a dash of cyanide I couldn’t bare to see my home topple over And I couldn’t bring myself to look at their hands bunched up into fists They screamed until they couldn’t make a sound and I couldn’t deal I couldn’t witness such a catastrophe without being scarred so I ran and I hid I hid from their words and I hid from their lies I hid until the worst of it was over And then all was quiet.
When I opened my eyes, the walls were intact The beams were solid, the floor was leveled And everyone was smiling. Their teeth were black with ash and soot But they smiled wide, grinning ear to ear And their voices were calm, the yelling had ceased I uncovered my ears. And though their mouths told one story Their eyes told another They were red and puffy, and I could see the pain that the damage caused But they smiled on anyway As did I.
My King, At sixteen we have the world at our feet. We're building our future with unsteady hands. One day we might run, leaving this little town in the dust. Hand in hand. Crowns atop our heads. The two of us against the world, off to build our own castle. Battles raging around and between us, but we will win them.
One day we will walk through the doors of our castle, our kingdom, our home.
One day our story will be told. They will tell it. We will tell it.
To the little princess or prince that fills our castle with the pattering of little feet, beyond contagious laughter, and more mess than we'll feel we can handle. It will be wonderful, an adventure we face together. A journey through life, all our own Love, your Queen.