Felicia, you spent your years with silent tears and empty bottle of beers.
You ran away from the love you thought you didn't deserve, only to find heartache at the end.
You caged yourself with a vow and a ring,
and made a life
only to end them up hurting, waiting to die.
You spent your years with me with lies
and regrets.
You gave me life, but ended up dying in your arms.Felicia, I know your heart rests in someone else's palms, but I never asked to be alive—I never asked to be your child.
YOU ARE READING
once upon a poetry
Poetryjust some stupid poetry and prose i wrote during late nights and rainy afternoons