It's colder than a monkey arse must be but I'm trudging through the snow like an idiot to see my favorite tree
It was a tree my great-grandfather planted and there is even a little, lone firm but crooked bench beside it
I greeted the tree with little pats before I sat down to pour out my heart
No one came here except for me so I never worried about being eavesdropped on
I tried to tame the monster yesterday
After 64 hours of battling it came down to A, B, C, D, or F
After all the bottles of distress and DNA it collected
I better be clear of D and F for a diagnosis
I feel like the thinking part of my brain is scooped out and all I have left is the motions.
Dark waves
Blue waves
I need a change to come my way
I keep asking for impossible things but in the end I really just want to know everything will be okay
And that's when I heard that little voice
Everything will be okay Dad
You met mom
I looked around hoping I went crazy but no
There she was standing behind me smiling
four foot high
long dark brown curls
big hazel eyes
And also my worst nightmare
I don't like kids
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Know Child of Mind (Completed)
Ficção AdolescenteIf you met your future child how would you react? (poetry form)-mixed with prose Chronological order inspired by my wax figure Dad SG None of the artwork belongs to me Do not Copy Do not Translate Completely original work
