Children believe they have a happy home
A big, happy family, a perfect portrait
They love to return, even fear to roam
The older they get, these thoughts they forget
With age comes a whole lot of growing
Some parts are fun, others not great
With open eyes, the truth begins showing
Kids forget love for they only see hate
Maturing soon with families all broken
Parents don't speak and kids blame themselves
Bloodlines are cut and no words are spoken
People separate, hiding their hearts on shelves
Fight for what you love and everyone wins
Fight who you love and the war never ends
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These Are The Moments I'll Remember Most
PoetryA collection of poetry that was written by myself in different periods of my life.
