Don’t grow cold, dearest,
don’t let them do that to you.
You’re too young to hate the world.
Cynicism is the worst kind of ailment –
don’t let it drip into your blood,
it’ll kill you quicker than cancer.
There is a place on this planet for laughter,
and it is on the faces of children,
so don’t you cast yours downtrodden
at the ground –
there’s a world around you;
look there instead.
Don’t train yourself to see everything
in black and white,
life isn’t a 1920s photograph.
There’ll be plenty of time to ponder the darkness
inside your coffin,
so take in the colors now.
Don’t push away happiness at the world diner
in favor of the salty tang
of despair and heartache.
Taste it – I promise
you’ll like it.
Don’t grow cold.
There’s enough bitterness in humanity;
don’t carry any in you.
You must be the lighthouse
upon the shore of your heart,
leading all incoming ships
into the safety of your harbor.
Please stay lit, because
the day you go out will be the day
I lose myself forever
to Poseidon’s raging seas
and unforgiving cliffs.