56 days

[americasuitehearts]

Soft pink cardigans
Tears burning down cubby cheeks
A lullaby that we stopped singing long ago
Baby girl bats her lashes at the big, scary, world
An innocence that wasn’t just lost;
But shot right through its core
My first heartbreak shouldn’t have to come from you, Dad

I hate all of it:
The crooked slope of my nose
Gears that churn constantly in my mind
A childish urge to leave everything behind (At least one of us has some urge control)
The music I love that’s eerily similar to yours

The fact that it’s all passed down from you.