The thoughtful ones. The ones seated on the curb staring into the sky. The ones who reach out wanting to grab the sun Fully aware of getting burned. Those who hear the warnings but risk their hearts for the experience and knowledge. The ones who mutter and speech their stories In fear that paper and ink will not do the tale justice. The ones who watch from a distance, wanting the strength and courage to have so much love and friendship. The ones who dream every minute, and hum nonsense every day. The ones whose eyes glitter at the sight of risk and adventure The ones who analyze the moment before applying opinion. The ones who do actions without fear But bite their tongues around other fellow men and women. That dance in the streets rain or shine. That sing when joyous, That smile when saddened, And cry when in pain. The honest ones, The loyal ones, The loving ones, The complex, The true, The innocent, The brave, The kind, The naive, The adventurous, The shy, The sensitive, The thoughtful ones. God bless my daughter. In a time like this. She wrote it herself. Thank you mama. I love you.
Posted on: Fri, 04 Oct 2013 04:28:47 +0000