He took me in at a tender age,
Then took upon my wage,
He treated me like he was my father,
I even felt like I was your daughter,
Was it a dream or reality,
A stream of fantasy,
He took care of me like a girl in a sick bay,
Every day by day,
He protected from the cruel society,
Was it a dream or reality,
A stream of fantasy,
Even though he knew I wasn't his own,
He still brought me to his safe zone,
His family treated me as if I was related,
Even though I was adopted,
He didn't care if I was a widow,
For those who criticized me he gave a shut window,
Was it a dream or reality,
A stream of fantasy.
CITEȘTI
A Place For My Depression
PoezieIt started out as poetry but just turned it into me talking and venting to be honest it's where I pour out all am feeling and it's still not enough so read and be engrossed in my weird world💔☠🙃
