-Based on true events-
All the missing things I've found and lost
All the missing things I've broke with cost
The missing things to be mine or not
The missing things I should have taken care off
I look up to my mind, charged as guilty
To take a break of it, impossible in sight
No, I should not be taken pity
Not everything in this world is bright
Me, myself, I blame for my mistake
Even if the responsibilities weren't mine to take
Their things, I took myself to blame
That was why things were never the same
The weight and burden I carry on my shoulders
The pain not mine to take in the first place
Between me and everyone else there are borders
Should no one care of the case
Because I chose to cross the obstacle course
And I chose to try with all force
And for all the missing things I was accused
The willing force was the love you gave and I used
Trivia:
*After a series occurrences of losing my things, I decided a way to say sorry and tell a story that touches peoples hearts. A poem in which was written in Sunday, October the 1st as a sorry note to the loss of all of the missing things caused by me. In which some items are not mine but took responsibility off.
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A Mother's Will
PoetryA collection of poems dedicated to my mother to show my love I share to my parents but most entirely about the struggle of moms for us.
