Poems from smile_away_sadness
She didn't know it at the time,But Mia was deprived of her childhoodAll due to herBurden-faced motherAnd herWhiskey-breathed father....
My father is the best and worst person I have ever met.
His hands are a simular contradiction.
They are
Worn and rough,
Like
Old...
Am I angry?
Am I sad?
Am I tired?
....am I lost?
Is today real?
Will I be among the forgotten?
Am I a forgotten......?
Forgetting is...