The old man was laying on the bed. He took his phone out, with on the screen a picture of his mother. He kissed the screen en held the phone in his arm so tight.
For the first time i saw the child in him.
For the first time in my life i felt for him
For the first time in my life i understood him
For the first time in my life, i saw emotion in his eyes.
For the first time in my life i saw his pain
For the first time in my life i saw him
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Everybody hurts (P O E T R Y ✨)
PoetryDit zijn mijn gedichten. Meeste poems zijn in het engels geschreven. Ik schrijf ze omdat het een uitweg is voor alle problemen in het leven. Ik wil dat mensen weten dat ze niet alleen zijn. Cuz Everybody Hurts These are the poems to my heart. I hope...
