"Bowing heads and shaking hands
stumbling down the uneven land
tossing, turning, without a clue
dreams of falling when before I flew.
tilt my head up, shake my hands,
tell me what I know you can
tell me, mother, tell me do,
what would I do without you?"
//the extant of mothers love//
-m.c
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Sad Poems
Poetrymade this because I like sad things. Book one and two are on my profile if you'd like to read them as well + they are shit, k? appreciate you reading, voting, or commenting. «LOWERCASE INTENDED» (a.f. is me, if you're wondering. private message me...
