I’ve always been a dreamer, with words stuck in my head,
until you came along, I thought that part of me was dead.
You make my feelings seem worth putting down,
on paper, instead of in my head spinning around.
Because, if I have nothing else to show for my days at home,
I’ll have my thoughts down as I’ve watched you grow.
You’ll have your earliest memories, both good and bad,
and you’ll have my honest thoughts, both happy and sad.
Incase, you havent figure it out yet, I’m a complex soul,
I need to follow my heart, by anyone else I won’t be told.
This is the only thing from me I hope you do inherit,
a sense of self, following your dreams, a constant feeling of ‘f**k it’.
People will tell you what you should do with your life,
unless it means you hurt someone, you don’t have to take their advice.
If you write, draw, sing or play sport, do it with passion,
give it your all, do it well, you see, happiness never goes out of fashion.
So, as I continue to write my poems, versus and blogs,
and for everyone elses thoughts on this, I don’t give a toss.
Just as long as you know, this is the song in my soul,
and Im writing it down before I get way too old.
Love you boys. You’re my inspiration.