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"mom"

Roses are all different colors now. And the violets don't even really know- that the sugar is not feeling so sweet, anymore. Cuz' love left nothing behind, just me- I didn't go... The colors all think that their hues are all used up- And all these souls don't know where to go... Somehow, the sky remains bluish gray up above, but lights no path for the lost to roam. There is no place for them to call home. No one is waiting. No one cares. No one is crying because you feel dead. No one is calling. No one is coming. No one is crying because you're not there. Theres nothing to live for, but your breath comes just the same... Theres nothing to die for, either- We live in their f__'ed-up GAME... Theres no one to love you just because they want to- No one to be proud for all the real good you do... No one to kiss your Boo-Boo's all better- No One. Not Anymore. Not Ever... And.... No One, (remember?), had to show her the door; She opened it herself, turned and looked at you for the last time- knowing that she'd no longer, EVER, be able to look you in the eye... She couldn't grace you with Good-Bye. You deserved some acknowledgment, or some reason why... A reason for all these wasting tears- The ones I still can't hide... No explanation for her decision. She left before you could even ask why(?) You try to understand why she betrayed your trust. The only trust, in the one & only mother you ever had... You lost all FAITH in me, Mom- And I always held your hand... Right or Wrong- YOU, I stood beside. I guess in all these years, I shouldn't of held on so F-N tight... All the while I thought you were loving me, You were just taking me for a ride... I WISH someone would've told me, how my part played out, long ago... Because I could've walked here FASTER- And I could've done it all ALONE..... K.C. feb25,2006

Copyright © | Year Posted 2006




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