Living Poetry April visual prompt
Don’t fit in those boots no more
Forgot how to be joyful on the little things in life
Can’t blame the overgrown feet
It’s the fault of the grown-up mind
Living Poetry April visual prompt
Don’t fit in those boots no more
Forgot how to be joyful on the little things in life
Can’t blame the overgrown feet
It’s the fault of the grown-up mind
Why can’t he just love me
love me just being me
whingy, whining, insecured me?
The little girl inside sobs.
Well sweetheart,
he is not your father
nor God.
Uncontional love
is just off the table
and off limits.