The moon was shining,
And we were talking,
My arm stung from,
One hit,
Two hits,
How could you do this,
to your own daughter?
I know I'm not perfect.
I know I'm not pretty.
I know I'm fat.
But as my mom,
Aren't you supposed to ignore all that?
YOU ARE READING
Poems
PoetryHey- I'm a super emotional person and I love to write, I just have trouble sticking to the story. So I've decided to make this. This are mine unless I add the person I said it. Warning some may be depression or talk about dying. Some may be happy or...
