I love all my faults.
people without are so bleak

Youve grown to just the way your supposed to be
If you look close enough
I'm sure you could finally see.
You are perfect.
At least to me.

don't give up hope my friend.
rules where made to bend

its okay to weep.

but if you promise me this I can sleep

do you promise to keep your head up?

to sing to the broom when you sweep?

to not be scared when your floorboards creak.

picture a mouse.
small and meek

life is no chore
let it bore no more

Do not let it scare you
Tease you
And wear you (down)

I will not let you attend your own funeral my friend

for this is not the end.

you matter
so much
and the stars and the flowers
they matter too
but not as much
as you