I always dreamed of you, I don't know what it was that I did or didn't do.
I was yours and you made me.
Maybe I just wasn't strong enough for you to feel me.
Or I wasn't sensitive enough to hear you.
Maybe I wasn't big enough to be worthy of your love and admiration.
I tried though, to grow fast, to be strong, to try and hear your lovely voice.
Love created me and I hoped love I would recieve.
Before I knew it though...
I felt something unnatural.
I squirmed, recoiling as cold wind hit my face then it all went black and that sweet, safe warmth I once felt was gone.
I now never will have a chance to show you what I could be.
Maybe you want me back, but it's too late I suppose.
Because my blood cries out for you mama, it cries out for vengence!
Now your womb, my once safe place, is empty and i'm gone.
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Skyln Grace
I am a passionate writer with a mind to work and an armature artist doing what I love with the hopes of inspiring others, giving hope and speaking the truth with a shameless voice through my work.
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