BeliefA Poem by RivWhat stories do the stars tell. Is what I wonder. What will my maker look like? If I have one at all. Mother doesn't understand, Disdain and scorn. Her belief crowds her own. How will you really know? If your god exists, Than he should love me all the same. If he doesn't, I'd rather not say. So I won't worry about it. As persay. I will live my life the best I can, And see what comes my way.
© 2015 RivAuthor's Note
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