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N|D|N|C|Lost-Poet Member
since 2009-07-30
Posts 360New Orleans |
Life has been hard Your very unappreciated Been dealt the harsh card Fighting to never become Your parents- the very thing you hated Your smile is crooked Your eyes shine bright Rough hands And accents heavy You are a mother. Though you are young, You've been one for long, Though you are young, Its sung the same song. A beautiful son With a unwanting father A thankless job Who asks that you only work harder I am taller then you You are older I am stronger then you You are smarter I held you till you fell asleep My hands stroking your hair Your muscles aching and your eyes red You've turned the couch into your bed Your body was warm And your breath sweet But the daemons of the night Call me to my feet So here I sit, you but inches away. Typing away A spinning lyrical tale Of a single mother As if I could establish the intricate beauty That is you. "Everything has its beauty but not everyone sees it." |
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therightside Member
since 2009-12-09
Posts 64USA |
"But the demons of the night Call me to my feet" exceptionally beautiful line. enjoyed the whole piece. nice job. |
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GBride Senior Member
since 2009-07-02
Posts 538 |
Simply stunning! |
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