Lost Love Lust

There are those.
There are those whom make up what we are.
The ones that stared into the hopeful eyes of our childhood and made way for the path.
Whom gave us the drive to be what our hearts most desired, and along the way smiled with pride.
The ones who gave us the wisest of words, and the kindest of thoughts.
Whom welcomed our dissapointed hearts with open arms, and told us the words we needed to hear.
The ones who made us cry with laughter, and made our days as sunny as the Summer’s day.

The years travelled at the speed of light, and they watched as we blossomed.
Observing from a bitter sweet distance as their once sweet children became more than they had ever expected.
Their smiles told the tale of pride, and their hearts the tale of undying dedication.
We looked up to them as children, and hoped to one day become even the smallest glimmer of their revere.
Their every word, a guidance.
Their every hope, a goal.

There are those.
There are those whom take up a part of our soul.
The ones whom without, we would be nothing.
There are those to whom each accomplishment we dedicate.
The ones whose words pushed us forward.
There are those.

There are those to whom I will forever be grateful.
There are those.