WorriedA Poem by Lauren N. Rodriguez
Will she ever find the real me?
Or does she stay, or does she go? Remember when things were simple? Resting on your bed, you held my hand In this world, I only have you Mom Ever wonder if we'll be okay? Detached; I'm so sorry for that 2-9-12 © 2013 Lauren N. Rodriguez |
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