ode to my mother
2004-02-12, 2:16 p.m.

NOTE: I WRITE MY POETRY IN A CERTAIN STYLE. KINDA LIKE E.E. CUMMINGS. GRAMMAR DOESN"T APPLY TO MY POETRY. (just because I'm sure someone will say something about it eventually)

i'm this burning

raging

ball of fire

aging

through the years

and falling

drowning

in my tears

lost

inside my fears

of you, and only you

it's so unfair

but -

so true

can't you let me go?

I'd like to send that to my mother.

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