All We Did was Joke but It’s Real

If you won’t eat anymore how will I show you love? If you won’t speak how could I fathom? If you weren’t here anymore how will I substantiate loving you? No, it’s never the same cliche The living do not

As A Work In Progress for Mini

Even though I did not birth you I have held you and, I’ll always hope,at times carried you Even thoughsome may sayEven though it’s complicated Even th(r)ough, so very many things, We could not grasp Nor understand I first met