Rose-tinted glasses
Were the type of eyes I had
For it seemed as though
Things had not been going very smoothly
Between mum and dad
And as a naive little girl
Never did I think
They would ever fight
But with their shouts ringing
Throughout the dead of the night
I began to realise
That all parents argue
Especially when they
Don't see eye-to-eye
I tried to brush it off
And thought
Things could easily be repaired
But as the weeks passed on by
With neither of their smiles
Really being there
I still remember
My little heart racing
When I saw mum finally crack
And me finally worrying,
Wondering if my parents
Would ever patch back
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sunflowers by the sea
PoesiaThe book 'sunflowers by the sea' is a compilation of poems I have written. It is about the wonders over the hardships as well as complications of the human life, where the highs and the lows, the dos and the don'ts, as well as the desperate hopes of...
