She loved her children
As she love herself
She will always be the guide
For your success
She's my mother
I'll never rather
She taught me love, an endless lover
A heart of her so rare uncover
yes im her daughter and she's my mother
nothing can compete with her, as she walks in red, with a crown in her head
in red lipstick and fears eyes, her heart filled with love and sacrifices, im grateful forever.
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𝓝𝓸 𝓞𝓷𝓮 𝓛𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓷𝓼
PoetryWhat runs through your mind every 10 a.m.? all the what ifs? why? how? all those hurtful moments where we want to scream and tell the world. WHAT DID I DO TO DESERVE THIS? and you woke up with tears rolling down your eyes. BROKEN.
