If you were mine, you would always know it. I would bake you cookies made of compassion, and pancakes made of love. I would be there with an umbrella whenever you've forgotten yours. I would lift you up, so that everyone could see how amazing you are. When life unties your shoe laces and makes you fall, I will be here to dust you off and help you get there. If there was no money or there were no blankets, I would be there to keep you warm. I may not have a small waist, but I have a big heart that aches to see you smile and big ears to hear your cries. You can always lie your head on my chest, even if it's just to count the beats. I would be there through fires and sandstorms, poverty and sickness. I would make your favorite breakfast everyday, because that's the least I could do. I would love you until it hurt. If you were mine, I would hold you when you needed it and I would hold you when you didn't. I don't care about your bank statement or the car that you drive. I care about you. If you were mine, you would never forget it.
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Chutes and Ladders: Vol. 1
PoésieThis is a collection of my poetry over the past year. It's a very intimate thing for me to share; every word has a back story. I hope you enjoy
