Tears rolling down my face,
I'm left to soothe the mental wounds others left by myself.
Crying away like there's no tomorrow.
I realize one thing.
Those who truly love me.
Remember one thing,
I say to myself.
Family is not blood.
Family is those who are there for you.
Around the clock.
Twenty-four seven, three sixty-five.
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A Girl In Poems
PoetryHeyo lovelies! This is a collection poems written by yours truly! My goal to write 100 poems and get them all published in a book. Hope you enjoy! ~Reedergurl2152
