It's not your fault. You didn't know any better.
The secrets sisters keep from one another
The invasion of privacy
The wish to control
The doubts in a home
The lies that were meant to be white
The occasional hug
The misplaced anger
The fear of spiraling out of control
The vigorous collapse
A product of your "hush, don't ruin this vacation"
What can I become of this?
Maybe a reminder that your ways were not really the right ones.
It was never your fault, though.
I was never your fault.
Poetry by zana
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Written on 2017-07-24 at 18:03
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They raise one another.
I am a synonym of:The secrets sisters keep from one another
The invasion of privacy
The wish to control
The doubts in a home
The lies that were meant to be white
The occasional hug
The misplaced anger
The fear of spiraling out of control
The vigorous collapse
A product of your "hush, don't ruin this vacation"
What can I become of this?
Maybe a reminder that your ways were not really the right ones.
It was never your fault, though.
I was never your fault.
Poetry by zana
Read 654 times
Written on 2017-07-24 at 18:03
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