You may have been born with struggles,
you may be a little bit of mess,
but you are the most worth of my snuggles,
the one I will ever miss.
You made me cry out of happiness,
your voice echoes in my brain,
you are the cure of my chronic loneliness,
you’ve been born with my key.
A key I’ve lost without ever having,
you found me with it in your hands,
I’ve lost the human ability of begging,
but I can’t face that this feeling ends.