you were a puppet
suited to be a doctor
"for brighter future," she said
but do you even want one?
you wished your mom loved you
you left your guitar
chased her rough stained ambition
"study harder!" she yelled
because B couldn't suffice
you wished your mom loved you
lune was basking in glory
rope and chair had agreed
so you counted to three
why didn't you tell her you'd be gone soon?
maybe she could love you...
YOU ARE READING
kryptOnite
PoetryI write because nobody listens. --- A poem collection Written in 2 languages EN/ID Updated (almost) daily © 2020 by ohjuliette - Highest rank: #2 in poems [June 05-09, 20] #1 in words [June 10-13, 20]
