Poems from smhuska
Because mamma says baby I love you
Because a mothers love is unconditional
Next week she says baby I hate you, and:
I want nothing to do...
What we’re both made of, it’s what makes me up too
I have these paper wings, so when it’s raining I can’t keep up with you
What you’ve...
When we were younger,
Sitting on a fallen log in the creek behind your house,
you always pushed the limits:
making each memory I look back...
Sometimes it's hard to understand it all:
when the lines are smudged and unclear
and the time that we spend together is not very tall,
than...
Cuts so deep, she can barely breathe
broken beneath but screaming on the surface
slamming doors made it hard to know her purpose
for, the...