What would have happened?
If I stayed back home.
A home where my mom was seldom sober.
And I was always on my own.
What would have happened?
If I chose them over you.
Either way I go.
I’m a screw-up with everything I do.
This question will always linger.
In the back of my head, in the back of my heart.
But maybe it was destiny,
For us to be apart.
that sounds like my mum.... a true write love keep up the good work.. abi
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This one is amazing. I really feel the pain in the words.