you're beautiful, you know.

i want to put you on a pedestal.
you're painting a picture, carving a sculpture, writing a masterpiece, picking out each perfect note. a true visionary, and i hope you know it. and i cried. i cried like a proud mother, because i've watched you grow, and learn, and adapt. i cried because i see where you belong. and i cried because i don't know who else will cry for you. it breaks my heart.