I’m not the girl your mother warns you about.
I won’t make you choose between doing what makes you happy and spend time with me.
I’m not cold. I’m not reckless.
I’m the girl your father compare to your mother when she was younger.
I’m the girl that gets away.
I will love you more than anyone knows how to.
I will kiss you when your demons overwhelmed your senses.
I will stand by your side until you decide otherwise.
Boy you’re a lot like your father — and so I believe you will leave.
Not realizing you were too young to know what love is.
You’ll let me go and I won’t look back — but you will.
I promise you, you will.
Because I’m that girl who will cross your mind the day you're contemplating about putting a ring on her once you're older.
