The past.
The stream of sadness.
knowing that I could never have just one house
switching week by week
no more dog
that bone that he choked on was all he needed
2+2=4
well thats how many parents I have now
it started out as just 2
but 4 is much different
the sad trickles down my back
I tell myself if they're happy, I should be happy
but it'd hard.
If you were me you would know
four different opinions every day
it's hard
I would know
Dear Tallulah,
ReplyDeleteI love all your poems! I read all of them, and I loved every single one. I could read them all day. I loved how you make them so personal and have different styles... but in a good way!
Abby
Yes, I know, my poetry is intense!
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