Poems from missv
Did I really only have one job?
Because as a daughter, it is my job to honor my mother and my father.
As a little sister, it is my job to...
wouldn't it be beautiful?
if the deathly tone under my eyes,
enlivens and brightens instead?
or if my facial shape,
transforms into a...
“leave!” she cried out.
she pushed away the presence of the one who broke a piece of her soul,
and she tried to make sure that it was...
If God let me choose between losing sight, or losing emotions
I'd choose sight,
because the only thing I'll gain..
is seeing the night, ...
It would make sense if a part of my mother's soul broke away,
and traveled to mine on the day that Earth welcomed me home.
Because now,...