To the woman who taught me what strength meant. What it meant to go through so much pain and yet still have it in her to laugh.
This goes to woman who taught me what bravery really was. The ability to go through the darkness with a tough face and get to the light after a lot of struggle.
The woman who taught me that love was enough. That silence could still convey so much. That just a touch of someones hand meant so much in time of need.
This woman. My superhuman. This person that I miss so much.
Sunday. 9th. April. 2017.
My superhuman left. She soundly slept. This is to the woman who inspired me to be anything and everything I wanted to be.
This is for my grandma. The woman who believed in me. I miss you, I love you and I swear I'm going to make you proud.
My favorite human.
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Musings of a Millennial
PoesíaGuys like you were bad for girls like me, maybe that's the reason girls like me always fell for guys like you. ~Just a young girl trying to find her way around using words.
