Like me, so much like me
you are oceans deep, my silent little girl
A face that’s like a saving grace; it’s a prayer I will always pray
I know you as well as I know my overly complex self,
and I am forever in love with you
as I was 18 years ago
@8:11am . . .
If these words turn you crimson, then so be it, that makes you real
You are my hurricane on the water, my own personal blizzard of ’90
And you’re like me, sometimes so much like me
And just maybe
that’s a small, good thing
Happy 18th birthday, Jenna
You are a true diamond in the rough
Gráim thú . . .
And she likes John Mayer . . .