Whenever I think,
Of some kind of a kid
Becalled men,
I look at my dad
Smiling at me,
Embracing my mistakes
Telling me "you are always great and okay"
More than perfection,
It is love, at a real intention
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A Hopeful Romantic
PoetryIt was never hopeless, when it is raw It's always hopeful, just so you saw On the forming pieces of something lost, words can fill the vow. As souls come along, ropes hang low. You and I, might be the reason for a while. In the day dream, can friend...
