To yourself by Ann Wood

To yourself ...
How are you, girl? How are you, child?
He did not grow big again.
Have you borrowed from any heart?
Nothing left you.
Let me tell you - crying at night.
Day by day look happy.
People look with their own eyes.
They are measuring their curvature.
No one can be for you.
Nobody wants to know.
I know life is terribly heavy
in the left corner of paradise.
Tomorrow is late. Now find out
air and sun for someone.
He will grow up to your dreams.
Do not wait for another one.
I will not ask. Every steal
happiness a few grams.
Breathe, exhale - love from the heart.
And do not grow big.

Poetry by antoniya katelieva-wood The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2019-02-01 at 23:52

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