remember the looks you gave me?
your little girl.
why did it fade?
I'm no longer your pearl.
when did the drug
become your child?
the love in your eyes
now appears wild.
you lock yourself away
to flee to your mister.
while your girl is outside
making her wrist hurt.
she longs for a mother's love,
the love she got when she was young.
little does she know,
her mother is long gone.
c.d.
YOU ARE READING
1:46 a.m.
PoetryA collection of poems, most written at extremely late, or should I say extremely early, times of the day, when my mind can truly bleed its thoughts onto paper.
