The bubbly laugh of a baby boy,
A beautiful smile of a toddling two year old.
The innocence of a child is something we take for granted.
To think someone could decide to end the budding life within themselves..
A sweet, pure spirit no longer has the chance to live the life it was meant to.
Because someone was afraid.
They were their creation.
Why don't we hold people to that?
The power is special.
Why don't people see that?
Which is harder?
To stay clean until you're with the one you truely love,
Or live with the knowledge that you ended a beautiful possiblity?