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 SueI 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...