She has silently made so many sacrifices for me.
She's my giving tree, and even though I don't appreciate her as much as I should:
on the day when she has nothing left to give,
I will give to her--what she always wanted--
time with me.
YOU ARE READING
FLIP-SIDE
Poetry❝ my heart runs wild with words that shouldn't escape my lips ❞ [[my process of healing//started feb. 13th, 2016]]
