Bob Dylan - Sara.
Ah.
To young to hold on and too old to just break free and run.
I might be cool for a seventeen-year-old, homeschooled guy named Darren. See ya fools here. • Too much to ask
Trust Me.
I might be cool for a seventeen-year-old, homeschooled guy named Darren. See ya fools here. • Too much to ask
Trust Me.
I would gladly take you out tonight and every single night to come.
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You.
I have always found you beautiful. Maybe it’s the way your eyes shine, your smile curves or the way your hair flows down your shoulders. I don’t know, but it might just be because even your flaws are perfect.
After all these years, you still manage to take the very rare “wow” from me.
I guess I have been and always will be madly in love with you.
Oh, the resemblance. You look more Iranian, though. I’m only a quarter of that. Not being selfish, but I still wish you were here. I love you, Pops.
You look like you were a cool dude, and you look very Iranian. I just wish that you got to watch me grow up and stop me from doing every single thing wrong. But I’d rather have you stay in a better place than anywhere near your son who keeps on screwing things up. I love you, Pops. Happy Birthday! You were hipster before it was school.
