A Radday


I started writing poetry in my early childhood. When I was quite small I wrote a poem for my mum. When she passed away many years later I realised that was her favourite present from me ever. I started to think that there might just be some value to my poetry.

Broken toys, hopes never that'd never realise

world would do what world does..

Dreamy glow and mist around their eyes

And love that never denies...

I broke a pen, let things loose

i wrote the line after I saw the news

My tear for those who hurt

my love for the one in my heart

I know we'll never part...

This weekend my garment torn

My shoes by too many worn

and when they wanted to give me a kiss

I run as fast as I could, for it is him I miss

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