Hannah (apathykisses) wrote,


this road is long, but I've only just begun 
I always look back for you, but now i know
it wasn't you who let me go
it was me who ran away
getting lost in all those days 
I walked right through the cities 
I found my own way
and now you're building mountains 
out of all the words I ever said to you
and now you're making oceans
with tears I never knew you cried
time is slipping through our fingers like sand
and all these things that seperate us
grow old and die
I just want you to be happy
I just want you to know I will always love you
no matter how far apart we are
right here in my heart is where you stand the test of time
Tags: mother, poetry

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