Lovelifepoet

Everyday a new day, The fearlessness has become alive deep inside, It’s returned once again. Something about me, Makes him awaken, From his deep sleep. He once said ‘You are the most like her’ Me being me... ‘Why? Am I telling you off and you think I am annoying?’ Him: ‘No. She was a lady and I never thought she was annoying’ Any compliment he ever gave me, Well before he was sick, Before the trauma of Mum’s death, I batted each and every compliment away, A seasoned pro. Now I think back with regret and remorse, Why did I have to be that way? I would do anything to go back in time and say ‘Thank you! I love you!’ Once upon a time, He said ‘Mary-Kate is the cross one! Everyone says so!’ I was perplexed, I’ve never seen myself this way. Maybe I was, Is it because when I do not smile I look scary? I can’t remember being cross on purpose, I am quick tempered, I will admit to that, I am who I am, It’s too late