candles
they say i was too young to remember
but i still recall her last december
when she'd chase me through the house
we'd cuddle up and watch mickey mouse
she said she had to leave to visit a friend
but little did i know that it was the very end
cuz in reality she had to go to the doctor
and that was when her story became over
and after a few week went by
i turned three
but all i did was cry
cuz she wasn't next to me
i now i should be able to handle
all of the grief
but she wasn't there to blow out the candles
with me
.
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Poetry𝐢'𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 ― 𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘪𝘦 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘯𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 ©𝘢𝘯𝘲𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘪𝘦
