A mother's words so sweet and kind,
Ment to make you feel safe and comfortable,
Her touch so gentle,
Her smile filled with the kind of love you can not replace,
Yet...
My mother's words intended to be sweet but still so sour,
No comfort at all,
Her touch not found,
Her smile filled with love but always directed in an other direction.
Why don't I get that unreplaceable love?
Why don't I get the feeling if comfort and safety?
Why don't I get a mother's love?
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poems of a 14 year old
PoetryI'm 14 and I love writing meaningful poems, you just get to read them. most of them are based off sad things. I hope you like them
