I should have listened to my mother.
When she told me not to rush in giving my heart to another.
Because unfortunately all I can do is wonder.
If like she said, your only aim was to pull me under.Even if so know, I'm not mad; just wished I'd have learned sooner.
Have understood that her hearts been here longer.
She wasn't bitter or flaring in temper.
Just trying to get me to see things better.She simply didn't want to see the warm daughter she raised grow colder.
And it's a shame I've only come to see that now that I'm older.
But I suppose with it now I can grow wiser and be grateful that it's late and not never.
Because she helped me see we were never meant to last forever.That contradictory to what you tried to play and say the bond I have with my mother,
Is unlike any other.
Bonded by blood and not the title of lover,
Nothing can compare to the love of a mother.
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