How many times had I not noticed the weary lines that lined your eyes.
The way your smiles were forced with all your work and daily trials.
Your pain. Attached to the name with everything that u have worked to gain.
a mother and daughter acclaimed
A heart broken by greed.
And now the picture fades
And all thats left is me.
I miss the way your eyes used to dance when u spoke of my baby days.
how u cradled me from the winds of time and wished those days would stay.
I miss the way you laughed. That cheerful wind that brushed my ears.
But now that joy is gone and u move on the sound will always bring me tears.
Wat fighter wins the war when the openent is himself!
Wat healer can fix a heart that was never whole to begin with!
Wat little girl in a hated worl can try to heal her own heart with blinded eyes of hatred for every weary night she lay in bed and fight!
For every cry of pain and missing the rain we ran in together.
For every time I have wanted to scream but held my tongue for the strength u give me now.
For every damn lie they tell me when they say I WILL SURVIVE!
For the prices you paid for me to breathe and laugh and give God my heart
For my forsaken portait dreams and my broken seams for the undead ache that i feel now.
For the life of me i will never forget the the way we were
The way you were... no.
The way you are.
-Charebear15
