My dada, my superman

//when she was born, I was afraid to hold her. When I held her, She grabbed my finger With her delicate little twinkie And oh! The glow my heart felt The innocence in her eyes made me melt. When she was a kid, She used to cling to me when I used to come back…

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My cure

I felt safe For the first time in a long time When I felt his eyes on me. Hues of brown and grey A universe I want to get lost in, exploring. Distance of few inches Between our silly faces In his arms, my heart races. A lust for a place faraway, A place I…