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Creative Corner => Poetic Souls => Topic started by: Peachy Fish on October 22, 2010, 12:38:02 PM
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Daughter, one day you'll understand this pain,
You'll look back, and it'll be too late.
All your days, I gave you a mother's love,
You crumbled it up and flew far away.
Mother, today I understand your pain.
I now look back, and it's really too late.
All my days, you loved me,
But now in my heart, I wish I had stayed.