now I pat myself on the back for sending you back cause god knows I was better than that to conceive you then leave you the concept alone seems evil I’m trapped in my conscience. I adhear to the nonsense listened to people who told me I wasn’t ready for you, But how the fuck would they know wat I was ready to do. And of course it wasn’t your fault It’s like I feel it in the air, I hear you sayin mommy don’t cry can’t you see I’m right here I gotta let you know what you mean to me when I’m sleeping I see you in my dreams with me wish I could touch your little face or just hold your little hand if it’s part of gods plan, maybe we can met again
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