First I'm not your father
Second I'll never be your mother
You want a lover or a granddaughter
You'll never be reborn
And I'll always be sixteen
You left roses for a minor
I scattered them cause they where gold
Took what was innocent
A mind, soul and body
Pls don't ever come again
I can't scare away the pain
Now twenty I'll just say... that I'll never bloom again
-L
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Poetry in disguise
PoetrySomewhere wrapped between your words, My thoughts beholden emerge, Somewhere false in the darkness I became the muse to your show -Laura Martinez
