shadows in my dreams

her moods felt and now seen ,dedication to you

peircing through as the samurai sword

blurry footsteps as it drips more

huge hole in my heart

soul sold

presence of the shadow felt

 

 

maturity felt

impossibility reached

bullet through the skull

they mourn and cry

with a giggle and a smile on my face.

left foot barefoot while right foot on louis vutton

there should be a difference

its sad, i confence.

 

at the age 12 to now

as sad,happy or angry

her shadow appeared and emotions and love took over

over this moment, this monument

is permanantly closed

i just use my heartless,

less than expected but not least

its my daughter

she taught me how to forgive.