Mother
From the Blog seecstimes Through darkest of nights, through coldest of pain She held me tight, she kissed me, sane. From my cries for food to my cries for fetish, She made me calm and let me relish. My rage, my contempt, my mistakes, my guilt Her love, love and love, i was always re-paid with. When my arms were hurting and my legs won't move she was all upon me and didn't let me behoove. In the midst of trouble, when i turned to her She prayed all night until she made it right. I went here, i flew there Never could feel THE love anywhere. One day it had to end, i knew it all along Didn't know my neglect would do it before time. Now that she's gone, i know what she deserved Not a heartless me and not a lonely room. Not that what i gave her, not that what i did She needed a little love to be re-paid with. What pakistanblogs.blogspot.comRead Full Post
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