Mother is mopping
Up the floor
Where her daughter
Lived no more
Mother keeps wiping
The blood
But it is stuck down
On the floor
Where her daughter
Lived no more
Her daughter watches
From the sky
While her sad mother
Sits and cries
Her daughter watches,
Waves goodbye
But sits on a cloud sadly
Wishing to fly
For if she flew instead
Of hitting the ground
Her mother wouldn't
Have come unwound
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Did I Ever Love You (A poetry book)
PoetryLove... So trivial and almost unreal. I'm not sure if that was ever the feeling I had for you, considering I was suppressed into sadness in your presence. They say love is a powerful word, but the only power it's held over me was to make me hang on...
