Tuesday, 19 December 2017

An ode to my mother

When you smile,
I say something.
Mean.
I mean it.
But I don't.
You want something,
I take you for granted.
But.
I love you.
Priceless.
Unconditional.
Tigress.
Puppy love.
Dove of peace,
And fortune.
Know.
That you are irreplaceable.
Milky, sweet, strong, firm.
Like.
Honeytrap.
Deluding me.
From the harshness of the world.
My love for you.
Not enough.
Tears.
Don't leave.

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