Perfect Love - Contest
perfection in all things
easy, you would think, but not when
re-daunting love is demanded,
forever constant drip of words
eating away my soul, feeling
claustrophobic, being smothered, by
total love which is demanded back
loyalty closes its eyes as
overbearing mother decides my future
vitriol thoughts circle my brain
erased my natural love for my mother
penned 1/2/2016
Copyright © Seren Roberts | Year Posted 2016
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