Saturday, 1 April 2017

Never got to be

Your thirteenth birthday you didn’t see,
you never got to be.
Just once i got to meet your he.

Constrained your life the mould to fit,
Your you not to exhibit,
I understand you had to quit.

So much more I wanted to do,
But tied my hands, of that you knew,
I will remember you.

I will remember you.

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