babys perspective

Wed, 09/09/2015 - 23:01 -- santana

Her voice is soft

Her voice is caring

I hear my mother’s sweet laughter

I feel her beautiful songs

I hear her cries, sometimes she talks to me.

I don’t know why she’s so sad,

I scared that she won’t want me anymore.

I want to make her happy.

I’m stuck inside of this darkness

I’m scared of what comes next

Will I even make it out there?

The world seems scary

I’m afraid she’ll leave me

I don’t want her to leave me.

This poem is about: 
Our world


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