Be well today on your journey without
The loss of a mother can fill one with doubt
The heart can get cold and filled with ice
Though others warms hearts just have to suffice
An echo that I heard from you
Reminds me of my own, eyes brown not blue
Her real name Ms. Adam's or Sue
I know this feeling deep
Nine years now, scars now hit me steep
Weather it be our last love you's
Easter Monday dropped knees to blues
A part of me died that day
For her love missed now gone away
So I say with grains of rice
Ones with that life
Have something so nice
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The Colour Purple *Viewer Discretion*
PoetryThe Title Awareness on a variety of subjects including endangerd animals, mental health,homelessness,drugs and related issues along with a variety of diseases that have effected me or have taken time to think on the subject matter I'm not a doctor...
