Isn't a father supposed to love his daughter
unconditionally...
When I cry
Or seem sad...
My mother has hair like a fire's embers gone dim
She has so much love...
I know that my life,
Has been failure in your eyes...
According to you I can do no good. You
Belittle me to make yourself feel powerful...
You came into my life in my time of need
and rescued me from the blackness...
When a butterfly dies,
all we do is mourn...
You and me
the phrase is so cliche...
Each of tears and sweat -
has its specific action...
Crazy Beautiful
Misunderstood...
I wish that I could tell it like you do,
because the need to splash color...
This doesn't seem normal, but
they don't trust me enough...