Poetry

michelle


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4 january 2012

dear stepmother

like a rose petal in the winter breeze
she ran off and left me
now all i see
are her cold blue eyes staring at me

like the tornado ahead
she sucks life outta me
and she destroys everything in her path
but never speaking a word

i write to her..
asking her...
do you regret it? 
but i didnt expect a reply..

shes left
and were better off i suppose
but i still wish for my mother
my mother who really wasnt at all

i bleed my heart out on this paper
but youll never see what i cant say
youll never know the pain you caused
youll never know...

like a rose petal in the winter breeze
she ran off and left me
now its time to start anew
and leave the past behind me.






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