Mother, mother!
I am sick!
And you called the doctor,
Very quick...
Without knowing he,
Is the reason why I'm so weak.
Oh mother,You should know he can't heal me.
He's done trying to believe
We were meant to be.
Who knows if what we felt
Was a truth or a fallacy?
Oh mother how shall I know?
Manuals are written by nobody.
But mother you shall know,
It still hurts me.
Regrets knock on my door,
I should've realized early.
My fears have robbed my eyesight,
His worth I failed to see.
He walked silently out my door,
And comes back differently.
Can he tell by my fake smiles,
That he still affects me?
I have broken him too much,
To deserve a chance to say I'm sorry.
Now I'm left with a pen on my hand,
With all my unsaid words and broken poetry.
Mother, mother!Shall I die?
I wish I could tell you all this, mother,
So you could hug me with your better words as I weakly cry,
"No, my darling! You shall fight.
Don't let all this steal your light.
Go on, cry hard now, then smile so bright.
All heartaches are meant to make you a stronger princess knight."
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This Is Everything I Didn't Say
PoetryDear whoever you might be, I hope someday you'll find this and know that this is everything I didn't say. Copyright © 2015 by CielloMaxin Highest ranking: #11 in Poetry #7 in poetry - 10/9/16 #5 in poetry - 10/11/16 #4 in poetry - 10/29/16 DISCLAIM...