Tikal4ever

When you see her cry you get a rag, a gentle delicate clothe lovingly grasp her hand and dab its tip to dry each tear as they come and ask each drop why it'd leave such beautiful eyes. If she wishes to be in the sky Tell her to go Take the sun ransom And replace it in the sky So you can see her every morning and plead for her To return each night. When you see her scars Both visible And non touch each gently like you might caress the broken wing Of a dove and remind her that for every hurt that she's survived has only made her that much more unique that much stronger. Show her that she is worthy of love That she deserves the love she