i might be turning into my mother.
after all,
i have her straight nose
and her broad bones
her stubbornness to
*hold on to the truths you know
and the lies you don't.*
i might be turning into my father.
after all,
i have his brown eyes
and his quick mind
his readiness to
leave things behind and *let the road
unfold like twine.*
Apr 14, 2013
Apr 14, 2013 at 7:27 PM UTC
i might be turning into my mother.
after all,
i have her straight nose
and her broad bones
her stubbornness to
*hold on to the truths you know
and the lies you don't.*
i might be turning into my father.
after all,
i have his brown eyes
and his quick mind
his readiness to
leave things behind and *let the road
unfold like twine.*
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