prompt - he said/ she said
a/n about my mommyyyy (i swear i don't still call her that)
She use to sing to me, "You are my sunshine, my only sunshine."
In a life where I could paint myself orange and yellow
I'd stand in front of her as if to say, "Yes I am"
But no, I am not
When I confessed that I belong with the stars
She said, "All of the stars belong to you."
When I lifted my head, I saw a million things I could never reach
She said, "Take the pain and use it."
So I let it drip from my pen the same way sunshine drips from her smile
And the next time I lifted my head the sky was on the ground and the stars had come to me
In a life where I could paint myself orange and yellow
Her arms would caress the regret and pain and hopelessness hiding under everything she thinks I'm worth
Her feet would lift off the ground and I'd watch her body orbit mine in a way that says, "I'll never leave you"
And even if I thought I had sucked every good thing out of her
She'd still leave this world believing I'm the most beautiful shade of yellow she had ever seen
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poetry no one asked for
Poetryya no one asked but here's my poetry from creative writing class
