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Danielle Washington Poem
They think we don't appreciate, but we really do.
They think that we want something when we say, "Mom, I love you."
They think we're inconsiderate, but we're really not.
But what they don't know is that they are all we got.
When the so called loves of our lives turn their backs on us,
They are there to comfort, they are not there to fuss.
When we yell and scream and cuss and fuss yelling that we don't care,
Deep inside our mothers cry but we know they'll still be there.
Early thirties mid forties, it really doesn't matter to me.
I know I am my mother's princess and she is my motherly queen.
So in the end I tell you this don't ever turn to others.
There is no love in a friend that we can't find in our mothers.
Copyright © Danielle Washington | Year Posted 2006
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Danielle Washington Poem
Love in the teenage world is not really love
Its a better word to describe lust when there are no words to think of.
Not comparable to the love towards a mother.
But a word expressing the intimate feelings of your lover.
Teenage love is like the love of one's favorite game.
Not a love that is as hot as a candle's flame.
At 16 love to me is really not love at all.
Love to me is like loving a scratch or a scrape when you fall.
No love at so young can be expressed in anyway.
While true love can be expressed through a charcoal grey day.
So the phrase "I Love You" should be said with much care.
Because with saying these words you take an enormous dare.
For you may unleash a love that is not to be seen.
By the ugliest feelings and masks of desire need only to be seen in a dream.
Copyright © Danielle Washington | Year Posted 2006
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