Bad Poetry Friday

Untitled (c. 1994)

She was my angel

my one and only girl

and if I could

I’d give her the world

But my baby grew too fast

her childhood is now

just a thing of the past

she’s out on her own

How many tears have I cried?

How many times to myself I have lied

thinking that she’ll come back

Notes: This starts what I’ll call my “angel” period.

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