Here's a poem, I hope you like it ♥
I am an old woman with dead plants, dirty teeth, and a daughter who doesn't call.
And I am shoving Pictures/ in your hand saying look/ At how pretty I was/ at my brother's wedding./And you see me there / without a care/ with flowers in my hair./
And it really isn't fair
that she should be so very young, and very unaware./ That I should feel so old/ so very little later.
That I should be this old woman, walking you around the beach,/ closing my jacket against the wind, and chewing the filter off my cigarette.
I'm glad that I'm alive./ I only wish I had some choice/ In what parts of me survived.
My twitter is Eeklie.Creeklie.