You can try to burn all your bridges with us,
Sever all ties,
But you are delusional in your belief that we would not mourn you,
Because family is eternal,
Living or dead,
Broken or pure,
Young or old,
If you are flesh of my flesh,
You are eternal,
I may hate you,
You may hate me,
But I am so tired of using past tense when I refer to my family,
So you will be eternal.
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Sometimes I feel like there are targets painted on my family's back.
Kisses <3
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PoetryThis is for anyone that can't put there thoughts and feelings into words. Whether it be at your best, worst, most beautiful, or most tragic times. These poems will remind you of them. Or so I hope. Because I mean Shit Happens. What you should expe...
