She is beautiful.
Prettier than the skies freshly cried tears
On the gardens flowers.
Fast yet elegant.
As she swished across the floor.
Her smiles were the sun that lit my day.
As I stare at her dead body
Knowing she won't call my name.
Knowing she won't be the sun to light up my day,
And my days are always dark.
But knowing I'm selfish pains me the most.
You look like her.
Are you okay?
You'll get over it.
It's not a big deal.
I CAN'T!
Why don't you see? I'm not her clone! I'm not something that can be remediated by the contents found in a first aid kit!
I'm a human, not a clone.
I'm a daughter, not a clone.
I have feelings, I'm not a clone.
I am to be fixed, I'm not a clone.
I feel alone, but I know I'm not alone.
I miss her as much as you do.
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What do you think this is about?
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This poem is about my mom and how I felt after she passed away.
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Have a wonderful day~
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The secrets we keep
PoetryI write poetry when I'm sad and I've decided to share it with you. I want everyone to know they are not alone and that every single emotion you've felt is normal and okay. I hope my poetry will inspire people and tell them that it's going to be okay.
