my mother and i

By , lumberton, TX
how could she forget such a graceful gaze
it seems as if her life is nothing but a maze
yet we look into my heart but its what we cannot see
why should we fight to be what we're ment to be
i want to remember the life in my childhood
cause nothing was ever as bad as what it was good
do i make any sense or am i just a rambler
i was the joker to the thief yet like a lion to a handler
i remember my mother before she left me
i left first so who was worse the joker of my thief





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