I see you laughing, soft and free,
still safe from what will come to be,
your world is small, your heart is wide,
no need yet there for you to hide.
I almost whisper, “they’ll be cruel,
they’ll laugh at you, call you a fool,
they’ll pick apart the way you look,
turn you into their favourite joke.”
I almost tell you, “love will hurt,
they’ll say you’re everything—then desert,
you’ll give your all just to feel enough,
but still be told you’re not enough.”
I almost reach to pull you near,
to save you from each coming year,
from every word that cuts too deep,
from all the nights you’ll cry, not sleep.
But you just smile, no weight, no fear,
no voices yet inside your ear…
so I stay quiet. I let you be.
because that light won’t stay with me.