this one is for the daughtersThis ones for the daughtersthis one is for the daughters by ~screamcolours
We were all once dreamers
Then we grew up.
The word baby means something so different to us now.
Baby means a real thing, a responsibility, a caring, a longing, an offspring.
But it still holds true.
Holding an affection to the speaker.
Remember baby, that I felt like you did. I believed in the things you did.
They are not wrong.
They of your age.
They are the beauty writers find in their words.
Artists find in the muses.
Dancers find in their pulse.
Designers find in mess.
Baby, you dream in multicolour.
You write in pen.
You have no fear of being permanent.
You have a view of the adult world like we fear.
There are things we tell you as infants that get lost in the awkwardness of real life.
We wish to record them so you can hear our praises.
Our silly words and positivity we feed you when all is wrong.
You deserve to hear that everything will be alright.
Because it is. And will be.