Talking to you feels like speaking a different language,
A symphony of emotions, where our hearts engage
In a home of chaos, where damage held sway,
I yearned for love's refuge, to find a new way.
Growing up, I witnessed fist fights and screams,
But in your company, I found solace, it seems.
always less confined by the past's heavy weight,
We step into the future, hand in hand, elate.
In this loving mess, we communicate with care,
No more walking on eggshells, but a love to share.
With open hearts and minds, we seek to understand,
Growing together, hand in hand, as we expand.
No longer plagued by disrespect or ill intent,
Our souls intertwine, their growth never relent.
In each fleeting moment, we strive to unfold,
The depths of affection, our story yet untold.
YOU ARE READING
the youngest child
Poetrypoems that are all very different from eachother but still connect to the experience of being the youngest child a hug to all the youngest ones
