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Dear Ma-
Your memory walks the halls of this house
Your clothes are
Laying in your closet.
Folded.
Like you're still here.
People call the house,
People asking for Mrs. Huff.
Letters come in the mail
Addressed to your name.
Like you're still here.
I act like your absence isn't killing me on the inside
Slowly.
Like chocolate held in a childs sweaty hand for to long.
I miss your smile and your eyes
I see them all around the house.
But they're not really you.
just pictures.
On your dresser, clothes inside folded tightly
Pictures of you are proped up in silver and gold frames.
The box of your ashes still sitting there
In that grey cardboard box
Since February 11th
And Ma,
If you forget
We are still living and breathing
walking and talking,
just pretending
Like you're still here
- by Madame Trashy |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 07/20/2009 |
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- Title: Dear Ma,
- Artist: Madame Trashy
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Description:
just a poem. It took alot of guts to write.
It's true. - Date: 07/20/2009
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- lautnerrules43 - 07/22/2009
- di your Mom die? don't worry, i know how you feel. Mine died when i was seven. *sniffle sniffle* i wrote 2 songs about my mom and haven't posted them up yet. I had to take a brake from writing them, because one i started, i started crying. it's ok to share your feelings. it's good that you did this.
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