h

I hate seeing you young.

Looking back and enjoying your youth.

The way your voice was so high pitched.

And your beautiful baby cheeks.

Or the way your laugh was filled with so much happiness.

Sometimes I just those days back

For you to be immature

For you to be little

Which sounds insane but oh well

It’s crazy to think what it would have been like to meet you then

Who knows?

But now your 19 and so grown up

So so grown up

And I hate it

I just hate it so much

Stop growing up 

Stop please stop

Times running out

And it’s killing me

Just wait for me

Please