Miranda Jean


There's something in the smell

of Marlboro's by the lake

A habit you could kick it

A smart girl's first mistake;

Mother, sister, daughter, friend

To me you were more...than names could pretend

Your daughter does ask why times are so hard

and love has gone cold in the time's you've been apart

I would look to you now and ask but why

when I see you in time

I would hope not to cry


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