When I was younger
I never got over
Why I had only one when everyone else had two
As I got older
I only grew colder
As "mom" became something I could never have
And with that boulder
I came to shoulder
That nothing was going to ever remain the same
And suddenly I had a mother
Who was much bolder
Which was something I never knew
But in the eyes of the beholder
I was no more than a loner
And all I could do was push her away
So now I'm lower
And no more than a clover
Who had a lovely mother
And let it all go to naught without a single thought.
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Across The Cosmos
PoetryPoetry is a way of saying the things that are sometimes too hard to say. It is how a heart can express itself in the most slip-shod manner it could ever possibly whip up. And this is a story about me. About my heart and about my life. It is about my...
