"There is a part of me That aches When I think of you Cutting me deep inside Hard to breathe Remembering the days When I used to be Your little girl The kisses on my forehead Are a distant memory" #Poetry #Poem #Writing https://mandiejean.wordpress.com/2017/06/14/distant-memory/
The velvet dress That was worn By her Mother Smells of mold As it rots Near the bloody Bathtub where Her Mother's body lies Unable to speak She crawls To her bed Shivering alone And scared Wondering why Her mother would Take her own life Feeling empty And dark She closes her eyes Hoping it… https://mandiejean.wordpress.com/2017/06/09/velvet-dress/