Mommy left me ten years early
Left me dying, down and dirty
Left me crying in the sheets
Waiting for loving and wanting release
But what do I do when times get tough?
Mommy, I'm hurting and life is too rough!
Give me your hand and tell me what to do
And, mommy, don't ever let me forget you
-Andi-
Author notes
This is kind of random, kind of real, kind of .....I dunno. Just, yeah.
-Andi-
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I don't exactly know what to take out of this poem. Its well written.. but i am a little lost. Mommy left me ten years early?
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She left ten years before I grew up....thats not to say she needed to leave when I grew up but you get what I mean, yes?
-Andi-
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