To the little girl that crave for simplest things
Don't worry I hear you and feel you crying to your mother to help put away the pain that you feel so deeply in your heart.
She doesn't move but ignores your please.
-the remembrance of my broken childhood
YOU ARE READING
Bittersweet
PoetryI have always been told I am bittersweet. Bitter to the touch but sweet to never be forgotten.
