My Mother, my Lover


I can never betray you for sure,
Neither can leave you this way,
For you are the one who taught me everything
And nothing what I’m today.

Everyone believes praying is a must,
But I say that’s just a trust.
Nothing makes a man perfect,
Until he’s in a threat.

Listen to yourself,
This is what your heart says,
I know you’re hiding something,
You’re young enough to share me everything.

Yes that’s the point,
My mother is my disappoint,
But today I feel it,
“I believe in love at first sight ,
because I love my mom since
I opened my eyes”.

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shawn mcelvogue
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Such insight and intellect from a young woman.

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