you weren't there to hold my hand or to tuck me in...
u did ur best to keep me safe...
i understand how much u gave up and gave in to keep us...
but the pain and disappointed will always be there...
the cuts and bruses that you worry about are not me acting out but that reflection is me setting in the reality that whats happen is done and whats to come is not to worry but that i'm free to pass throw without a judging eyes that want to follow but i'm stronger but i have lived,
i have failed, and i have accomplished with hardly no one at my side...
your weren't there to hold my hand or to tuck me in...
but you somehow you always managed to tell me you love me and throw the good & the bad i can't say that i don't love you bak
~mama~
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