Losing
I'm losing you.
The one who raised me.
The one who fed me,
Comforted me when I cried,
The one who was there for me.
I going to lose the person who raised my mom.
I'm going to lose the one who has memories of me when I was young.
I don't want to lose you.
Grannie, Lola, Lydia, Mom.
YOU ARE READING
Broken Stories
PoetryThis is a book full with poems. Poems with me in it. They're not really poems, they're just my thoughts. Things I want to say out loud, but things you just can't say.. --- I don't want attention, I don't need attention, I'm just putting this poems...
