My mama told me
That I could soar through great skies
Above all the suffering that caged me in
But mama didn't know
That my wings are cut
Cut by my demons I chose to feedMy mama told me
That I am strong and I can defeat all of my battles
But mama didn't know
That I have allowed weakness to bury me
Bury me deep down the pits of my battlefieldSo I told my mama
That her babygirl is a host for a corpse inside
A corpse that wanted to fly just like she said
A corpse that was... Fierce and FreeThen mama told me
Even the dead is still living because the spirit forever breathes
You can't fly but you can walk
Walk through the pain and redemption shall be seen
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Inside Her Roses | A Poetry Collection
RomanceTake a journey Inside Her Roses and discover fields budding with Romance. Each petal is a sensual experience that will lead you to personal depths of understanding, challenging you to feel and empowering you to be. Bask in 70 poetry pieces that blee...