Sometimes I see...
Tears, fallen
Here and there
When parents die
When they were alive
I looked in astonishment
The first one,
They were loved
They lost their parents
The second one,
They weren't loved
They no longer suffer
Have you ever wondered
If you become one,
Which one would you be?
Will your child cry when you die,
Or when you're alive?
Can you be a better parent?
People said
Some things are unavoidable
Are they?
Do we really have no power
Why don't we?
I demand an answer
Nb: I'm serious about the last line. Give me an answer, if you can :D
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Deep in Thoughts
PoesíaMy dood- poems and random thoughts about everything. Sometimes it's based on my own story, sometimes based on someone else's story. I write in English, but I'm not a native speaker. Feel free to correct my grammar. Thanks in advance.
