(via theboywithahatchling)
”Love of my life, your father never watched the sky,
And your mother cried in bed.
So you danced alone, and colored pictures,
In a house where no one listened while you spoke.
And I can not promise you a fortune,
‘Cause I’ve been a poor boy all my life.
All that I have to give are these two empty hands to keep you warm”
Ron Pope - Wildflowers
I love this man so much. His writing is so pretty.