Ishmael Balfour

You wish you didn't

I started to read poems when I was 10 years old and was liking writing poems each day. Years later my mom was happy and glad I was writing small books and poems but sadly I lost her when I was only 15 years old and Remember's Day was the day she passed. Since then it has been two years and I wanted…






How can you be so fine,

When you know someone is dying,

Not actually dying but the feeling inside,

They changed because you left their side,

You cheer them up,

Make them smile,

You almost like their world,

They looked on you,

As you look into their eyes,

Now they depressed and living in the dark,

How can you smile in their face and ask if things are oh okay?

Without wanted to kiss their face,

And say things are okay,

Don't you wish you didn't make that one small miskate.

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