i saw how you spoke with mother
language littered in threat and doom
and i begged mother to raise her voice
but she saw good in you
~broken-hearted little girl
YOU ARE READING
the day i will let go
Poetrywhat comes out when i let my emotions mix with ink the product of love, heartbreak and angst
father
i saw how you spoke with mother
language littered in threat and doom
and i begged mother to raise her voice
but she saw good in you
~broken-hearted little girl
