I love you.
I may not say it much.
But actions speak louder.
I love you.
And I have risked more than what I am entitled to.
I love you.
And I've hidden so much from you to help you.
I never said that I was starving until I knew you had cash to spare.
I never asked for anything unless I knew that I couldn't handle it.
I love you.
Both of us knew everything was too fast.
And just like that,
I'm all grown up.
Both of us can't believe it either.
I used to smell your feet.
But now, obviously, I'd be disgusted.
Cause I know what Athlete's foot is now.
I love you.
And you're scared.
I know that you're not used to see me like this.
A little taller.
A little heavier.
A little independent.
Why do you think that I act baby-ish around you?
I love you.
God I do.
But I'm scared too.
And there are parts of life that I need to learn for myself.
And sometimes it doesn't mean that you always have to be there.
It's a cruel double-edged sword principle.
We both get hurt.
But..
Eventually, a bird's gotta leave the nest.
I love you.
God I do.
It's a dog-eat-dog world.
But you'll always be my hero.
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Retrospect
De TodoA compilation of lines that just sprout in my head. . . Shows the poet side of me that is often in a state of emotional instability. . .
