bellereves
I trusted you, but now I know better.
You deserve so much. You deserve everything.
I want to learn to sing, so I can sing for you.
I wish I could play guitar, so I could write songs about you.
If only I could paint, so I could capture your loveliness forever.
You, sir, deserve to have the entire world, every bit of it. But I am only me, so until the day when I can give you everything you've earned, I will write, so my words can be dedicated to you.
The centerpiece was beautiful, my mother said.
It took hours; her careful eyes gauged every last detail perfectly. I know she tries, she tries real hard; maybe just not in the way most people would expect.
Maybe it didn't matter for the lack of a thanksgiving meal, or the not-so spotless house.
She tries real hard. And the centerpiece was perfect; yes, her obsessive-compulsive eyes made sure of it.