I Wrote This The Day My Mom Died
I know that I’ll survive without her but that doesn’t mean I’ll be okay.
I know that I’ll survive without her but that doesn’t mean I’ll be okay.
I want you to know that this isn’t a love letter.
You blur the line dividing the practical and poetic.
It starts with a shred of doubt, casting a shadow over all the happiness you’ve somehow taken for granted.