thoughts, poems and teenage shit

The reason you look to the future

I'll hold your hand when it threatens to break apart. 

I'll lay next to you when you're on the ground and I'll help you to get up when you determine to look in the future.

 I want to feel your taste on my lips,

 because it's my home. 

Because you're my home.

 I want to be the reason why you fight,

 why you look positive in the future,

 why you smile. 

I'm here for you when you face your biggest fears.

 Trust yourself, 

I'll always stand behind your back.