For awaking on me
My ability to write
To put the tears in the paper
In organized thoughts...
Thank you for helping me
Build better walls
Where sadness and pain
Are not welcomed...
I am rebuilding now
A place of safety...
But thank you thought...
For awaking the poet on me
That was long death...
The poet really thank you.
Breaking Water
Motherhood is like that winter storm When everything comes to a halt And no one knows what to expect And things are done, when they are don...
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Today I stop by this little park in my son old school. Long time ago, in this same place, I asked him and his classmates what did they wan... -
I am done with the drama people that run around the world pretending to be who they are not... I am done with the emotional needy... eve...
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The beautiful clown looked so sad She danced in a careless world And made them laugh... She shed a tear or two but no one cared...they ju...
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