With you

You don't know, do you, how much I like being with you? Actually, you really have no idea. 

Dandelion

 I'm not going to blow, 

And force my wish into the air.

No, I'm going to let the wind carry my words to you.

I'll say nothing. 

I'll do nothing.

And you'll hear it. 

Loud and clear. 

Bitter truth

 Misunderstood emotions 

Words held back

And then said wrong 

Hidden hurt

Buried lies

Did you burn your tongue?

Did you bite it hard?

Did it leave the bitter taste of coffee in your mouth when you told her? 

Thought

 Hey, just think about this for a second...

There's someone out there who thinks about you when they see something. It could be when they see the moon, or the title of a book, or when they hear a particular song. It could be when they see a certain flower, or catch the whiff of a particular scent. It could be when they see someone who resembles you slightly. 

There's something special about you that they remember when they see something. 

Isn't that beautiful? And aren't you special? 

To be thought of, to be held in regard and to be remembered. 

That's special. 

Never be

The reality check of what was and what it is. 

As clear as a puddle on the ground. 

It's not a mirror that you see. 

It's what will never be. 

Move

"Make room for the love that's sure to come."

I read this quote in a book I'm reading. It's so poignant. Let go of the pain, the past because holding on to it only becomes poisonous. Nothing is stagnant, everyone and everything moves, so move too. Move to make room. 

Rains

How much does a daughter miss her father? 

The Heavens do not know. The sky would cry if it had an inkling. The rains would never stop. Floods would overflow and destroy. 

A daughter misses her father like nothing has ever missed anything before. 

Dare you ask, dare you know