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When did you know you first love mom/dad?
The children's asked.
And this is, where the beginning of love get a rewritten vision?

She will say this.
Some he might agree.
He will say that.
To which she will reply.
But through it all.
You can see the love within their eyes.

She will blush.
He will laugh.
She will say, quit making up stories.
He will say, she has a memory lapse.
This is , where the revision comes in.
But through it all.
You will see love.

Which makes us want a forever love.
When we see our parents still enjoying one another.
You ran back to a man, who were vicious?
And disgusting.
One that abused you.
And multiple times called you a fool.

You ran back to this.

A man, who made the word worse than it should be.
You demanded that you enter your house and rooms, when he gave you permission.

You demanded to be call King.
While he call you his pleasant.
And told you , he was your golden treasure.

You ran back to this.

All because my world was different.

Here was love.
Open love of charm and kindness.
Where you was treated, as a equal?

Here was happiness.
That many women in this world still doesn't know.

Here was dreams.
Some we was reaching for.
Some yet to be achieved.

You abandon this.

You ran back to a fool.
I can't explain it.
I can't figure it out.

Even when you told me.
At one time, he was a great spouse.

Until you told me once more.
He was about to died.
And he wanted to see his child one final time.
 Jul 2014 jesse packard
Angeli
Our bodies
Are tired
Tired of
Doing nothing

Our minds
Are blank
Thoughts of death
And hate coming

Our home
Is broken
We always fail
At everything

Our hearts
Are empty
No room for love
Nothing

We did our best
But we still
Ended up
Breaking
i wrote this when i was twelve
The night and stars and the moon alight
In the darkness, a cascade, our dreams alive.
Searching for reasons for this love abound*
You and I, *under the night sky tonight.

— The End —