I adore mother's so much
The good ones
The kind ones
The ones that sing you to sleep
The ones that play with your hair while you sob
Now this might be odd
Because my mother's dead
So how would I know?
How would I know a good mother?
But You see I have a stepmom
She's not like the one in Cinderella
She's not evil
She's like the moon
Shes kind and beautiful
She'll listen to you rant about anything
I adore her
Her aura illuminates a room
when the energies dark
She is my peace
She's my quiet
She is my moon
YOU ARE READING
Brain Vomit
Poetrysilly little poems about my silly little thoughts. A lot of these are more ranty sounding than poem-y. I'm awful at descriptions and titles, I feel like to an extent I title my poems like Midwest emo songs I'm so sorry lmfao my target audience is p...
