Moms are the nets under the tightropes
They'll let you slip and fall, but only so far. Let you make your own mistakes, but when you come crashing back down to earth, they'll make sure you can get back up to the stars again.
But I've been dangling from my fingertips for a while now, and I do not know if she will be there to catch me.
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Lungs and Coffee Cups
Poetry"I believe we hold our feelings in our lungs, and at the bottom of empty coffee cups" The life and writings of j.l., a book of poetry containing absolute devastation and pure joy.
