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From the wreckage
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From the wreckage |
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TheGirlNoOneKnew Member
since 2003-12-04
Posts 92PA, USA |
Bedtime stories and fluffy comforters the essence of childhood had dawned, my youth hid my blissful ignorance for I was always mommy's little girl. Barbie dolls and sing-a-longs coloring books swept with hearts, we could solve any puzzle together because we always worked as a team. My little pony and piggyback rides, cassette tapes filled with lullabies and I would fall asleep in your lap dreaming all my dreams away. Skinned knees and bruised hearts, you can't put a band-aid on this anymore mother you can't fix this mistake, you can't undo what has already been done. Betrayal of the worst kind and wet tears that is all I have come to know lately, because I am not your little girl anymore and you are but a stranger in my home. |
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AtLsHawTy17 Member
since 2004-09-07
Posts 60IL, |
omg that was awesome, thats totally how i feel wit my mom im not her lil girl no more and she cant fix what ive done you know i love this poem Too late to cry, you're gone... why should I cry, you can't wipe the tears dry, so what am I to do? I need to be with you....-Me |
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*Alli4000*
since 2004-03-21
Posts 3188The World of Poetry |
I can relate to this so much! Thanks for sharing!  ~Alli~ Happy Holidays! |
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