I guess I have two my son and you
I thought about you today
And I have to keep reminding myself that you are bad
You hurt me you beat me you made me feel sad
No sad isn't the word you made me feel so small that every problem I had felt giant
But you were always there to make them go away
But really my biggest problem was you
YOU ARE READING
secrets of the bee
Poesíamy poetry And phrases that come to mind And mean things that never broke me