
My mum died when I was young
My dad buried the pain
Of losing my mum
Into drinking
Like there is nothing
Left for him to live for
Not even his daughter
So I took all the money
I made from waitressing
And left for my new home
The streets
Me and my guitar
The only thing I have
Of my mum
In the dark of the night
I sing to feel my mum
Next to me
Alex
Beautiful 💕
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that is a sad poem alex
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It’s fiction
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Sad, fiction……but very good
I like them short like this
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