Here's to the mistakes,
The good old-fashioned heart breaks
Here's to the late nights spent wide awake
Here's to all the stupid messes that I makeHere's to the music and the songs I sing
Here's to not caring about a single thing
To the fate tied crimson string
Here's to the bird with a broken wingHere's to watching constellations
Here's to the strange conversations
Here's to all my weird creations,
The hurt filled words and confrontationsHere's to the childhood stuffed animals and toys
Here's to the chaotic, but happy noise,
To the dusty memories and long forgotten joys
Here's to my brother that always annoysHere's to the uncoordinated dances,
The good and bad circumstances
Here's to the hope of second chances
Here's to all the judgeful glancesHere's to the ink stains,
The coffee stains, the last heart break pains
Here's to the humaness that flows through my veins
Here's to the sarcasm and endless refrainsHere's to getting older
Here's to beauty in the eye of the beholder
Here's to being as stubborn as a boulder
Here's to letting me cry on your strong shoulderHere's to the broken flowers
Here's to the inspirational quote that empowers
Here's to the hot, yet also cold showers
Here's to my secret wish for superpowersHere's to searching for true peace
Here's to Cable knit sweaters and fleece
To wanting your good luck to increase
Here's to wishing war would ceaseHere's to the love at first sight
Here's for waiting until the love is just right
Here's to hoping that love will ignite,
To knowing that not being in love at the time is alrightHere's to the nervous, anxious stutter
Here's to the heart and stomach aflutter
Here's to the tears that fall into the gutter
Here's to the stories and promises we utterHere's to summer nights filled with fireflies
To nostalgia and reminiscent goodbyes
Here's to the tired, yet hopeful eyes
Here's to prayers and the rest of our lives
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PoetryHere's to the readers, To the dreamers, The child within To the heartbreakers And the risktakers To those that try something new Here's to the lonely The forgotten, The one who doesn't know what to do with themselves To the one searching for somethi...