lifting his head up slowly

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Walking into the horror I’ve made after lifeless fear knocked on the door
Abandoned is where I should be, making my family restart where they were before
Life is full of beautiful red roses for them; to me the roses freeze and chill
Testing the always to be full of disrepute ground I am standing on with a petrified steal
Each day that follows me seems to be hiding the stream of my father which isn’t reflected
Read my face filled with a fictitious look trying to cry, regret, and be apologetic

Yesterday, you became the fallen snow as the trust of your mother came to your power
Opened pressure that is now built inside this household isn’t what I want to conquer
Unfaithful and being a man is what I should’ve dishonored but wanted to prove
Navigate me the way and lead well, It’s my mother’s mourning heart I’m about to loose
Gardens of forgotten dreams are urgently waiting by the minute to shower off their bruise
Even as I myself is disappointed for costing my relations their singing sun in the morning
Rarely was I afraid to stare in my mama featured eyes, but here I am, terrified as I am, lifting my head slowly for my eyes to speak to hers





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