Saturday, March 6

there's something about home that i just can't get enough of.
i love it more every time i come back here, and it's not just for the mommy hugs and the real food.
[growing up may suck, but it does have some perks.]

i'm living to hope like i know what's coming,
run like i've never been tired,
sing like i'm wanted all over the nation,
and dream like i've never known a single limitation.

i'm hoping to love like i don't care who loves back,
to give like i don't care what i get,
to giggle and be pretty like i love to be a girl,
and to help like it's the only purpose i have in this world.

1 comment:

  1. Today this poem fits my mood exactly and it a positive encouraging view of life and love, thanks. :-) Of course maybe one has to realize they are unique and special to write this.

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