Dear mom,
how is it that I hate you?
Where did the days go,
that we were close?
How is it that I
don't tell you anything?
You trust me,
yet you don't trust me.
I don't trust you,
yet I trust you.
I do one little mistake,
and the little trust I have
disappears.
It's unfair
and I wonder
if I miss those days
or not.
Love(?)
your daughter.
YOU ARE READING
Poems for Everything (Part#1)
SonstigesThese poems are by me, I write them from my heart. It took a lot of convincing myself to put these on here for everyone to look at. So go ahead, judge me and comment whatever is on your mind. But let me tell you one thing: One day, you could have a...
