The Lady I Called Mom
Sad, down and defeated.
The love we had never completed.
Our memories are erased
I think it was just a phase.
My love, my heart..broken.
My thoughts were never fully spoken.
The days we had, I tried to treasure,
And try I did, through every measure.
How were you when I left you ?
My "mom", when I never fully met you ?
I loved you although that love felt like nothing.
To you,
I thought I was really something.
You hide when I'm trying to find,
The real lady that birthed me.
But then again why would you hurt me ?
Your words that brought tears,
To make me forever insecure for the upcoming years.
Now why would you want that ?
You were never really there,
Let's just face the facts.
But I'll let you be….
I'll find a better life even if it isn't with you and me.
And guess what ?
I have a mom.
She's bigger,better and strong.
And yes, although I have done wrong
She should've been…
The Lady that I called Mom.
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