melted mallow face the little marshmallow face belies the stab in the belly the trudging through tar the eyes open at 4 am the dankness of soul
the hollowness of heart the prayers that ricochet the tears made of acid the hope that was stomped
the flowers that have withered the arms that are empty the love song that is silent the mind that has run away the little marshmallow face will soon melt from the heat of tears that have no mercy
This poem was written years ago by my mom she shared with me through email, I know she is never on this site so I feel I can show you guys. this was her sadness and she opened up being vulnerable enough to show it to her daughter! Which we do tend to get into deep conversations so its not bizarro that she revealed it to me, that's our bond. So I will later post my reply via poem to her. Anyway I believe she was single and lonely at this time in her life and stayed indoors often.