Each day grows shorter
Her past she hoarders
Riding on a sea,
A sea of misery
He was taken away
At such a young age
Whats more worse
Then a mother out living her son?
She hold on
ON to the Emotions
The hate,
The pain,
The regret.
Her guilt
It;s eating her away
as she remembers the last words she said
oh how she wished he wasn't dead
How she wishes to hold his hand once more
How she could take the monsters away
how she could make the time turn back.
Jun 19, 2016
Jun 19, 2016 at 6:29 PM UTC
Each day grows shorter
Her past she hoarders
Riding on a sea,
A sea of misery
He was taken away
At such a young age
Whats more worse
Then a mother out living her son?
She hold on
ON to the Emotions
The hate,
The pain,
The regret.
Her guilt
It;s eating her away
as she remembers the last words she said
oh how she wished he wasn't dead
How she wishes to hold his hand once more
How she could take the monsters away
how she could make the time turn back.
