Somebody save her;
she, my mother;
spare her your eyes
for she could not see —
not physically,
but emotionally,
blinded as can be;
one day, she'll love,
the next, she leaves.
Somebody save her;
the tears that keep flowing,
are wasted on men
who knew not of a heart, hurting.
(d.r.)
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Black & Poisonous
Poesie"She had 50 days left to live. She had 5000 words left to say." A compilation of 50-word poems by a child who longed to see a better future than the one they've set for themselves. Each piece takes 12 seconds to read. #833 - 27/05/17 #687 - 28/05...
