Having you around makes me happy, makes me smile.

Having you here …but there,

Makes my smile …like clouds,

Afraid to come out.

Response

 Don’t be, I feel weird all the time.

When I come I want you to shine like the sun you are.

You pour positivity and smiles into me.

If you’re afraid to radiate we’ll both suffer.

(Writings to my beautiful college teen)

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