He was only 7lbs 112 ounces of person Of pain and perservenece and pride. 9 months in the making. From the moment they placed him on my chest I knew I could never live without him. That I’d live for him. Steal and lie for him. Let the oldest parts of me die To make room in my heart for him.

As news spreads about a disaster like a fire And the situation grows more and more dire She sits awake thousands of miles away Worried about what others need that day Nothing can turn off her mind It’s the way she was designed

There is nothing I can do to help her tonight Though nothing would bring me more delight For my brain is wired in much the same way Trying to figure out the perfect thing to say Because it’s her I want to aide I guess it’s the way I was made

Helping the world is a problem simply to large For any solution of which I could be in charge I need someone to love with all of my heart Who makes me feel loved even when apart Which is why I have started to fall For someone beautiful and small

There’s room in her heart for literally everyone When it’s all directed at me I feel like I’ve won She is kind, strong, hard working and smart With sparking brown eyes and huge heart I think about her smiling every single day When she’s in my arms I want her to stay

We can talk about anything without fear She makes the gloomy days seem clear Yet there are times she needs to herself I also recognize those times for myself Sometimes it’s better to be on your own For it’s true that great minds think alone

But great minds also think alike as they say I can relate and understand without dismay

How could something so small take up so much

How could it take so much and leave just enough to hurt

GOD!!! Don’t talk about it Don’t write about it No blog would know about it I read enough just to forget, but no It still lingered Still simmered, regret

My heart is a hoarder, Collecting little trinkets and doodads, Finding memories of small moments, Of quiet giggling, Of sunny afternoons, Of chirping birds in the morning, Of singing crickets in the evening, Of the way his eyes crinkled at the sides, Of the way she was always the first to laugh, Of the way these friends made her feel seen, Stuffing up to the brim, Treasuring each like delicate charms, Beautiful, unique, And forever remembered.

How could something so small Take up so much space in my heart What takes the space that I hold so deeply Is it the small things we do everyday Or is it the big things we do once in a lifetime Is it a feeling of hope, love or joy Or could it be so much worse But I’d say it’s love Even if you are not who you like You do what you do for the people around you Love is what holds space in your heart Cause anything you do is for the people you love

I ponder the greatness and the vastness of the beauty you provide I wonder and grapple at the things you confide The small pockets of time are greater than life How could something so small take up all the space in my heart Is there anything left for me to give to the world?

It’s you, So hopelessly. And through, So mercilessly.

It’s us, So incredibly. With trust, Is understandingly.

It’s me, So tirelessly. With free, So monumentally.

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Love You Baby 🖤

In a corner of the world so tight, A space so small, bathed in light, Its walls are close, its ceiling low, Yet within, vast emotions grow.

A single chair, a window’s gleam, A quiet nook, a whispered dream, No grandeur here, no sprawling floor, Just simple things—but so much more.

For here I’ve laughed and here I’ve cried, In this small place, my soul resides, Each memory, a tender thread, Weaving love where I have tread.

A cup of tea, a gentle breeze, Moments like these bring hearts to ease, This little space, my secret part, Has carved itself into my heart.

No need for castles, grand or tall, When love can fill a space so small, A humble room, a cherished view, The vastness of my heart holds you.

I where her like a cross or star, Religiously around my neck. Her shining, silver feathers give me strength— Her beauty gives me grace— Her love gives me courage— To continue flying On through storms of ignorance and hate.

When I feel the winds of resistance, I meet them with resilience.

When I feel the flames of anger, I meet them with honor.

When I feel the tears of hate, I meet them with forgiveness.

When she’s draped around my neck In turquoise heart and violet glory It feels just like the warm embrace Of my grandma whom I miss dearly.

My ancestors left this gift for me, This token of their lives. To hold and cherish, To wear and love, With dignity and pride.

Her silver feathers look like they could glide On air forever. With her as my wing I feel as though I might soar To heights unimaginable.

There, colors will be more vivid. The air will be more warm. The rivers will flow crystal clear. And mountains will rise above.

The life she holds Keeps me grounded In both serenity and passion.

Thank you grandma. I know you can here my words from where you are, In that world more colorful than mine. Thank you for grounding me. For showing me light in the darkest of seas. Thank you grandma for loving me, No matter how shortly.

a singer that can sing, like a singer, might look small, but you haven’t seen it all, justin and julien, big in my heart, they might look small to you, but thats only just the start. 🩵