The Broken Room
As she sits ever so quietly
in the corner of the broken room...
she smiles.
When she catches a glimpse of the moonlight
forming a warm glow around his sleeping face...
she cries.
As she reaches out her hand
unable to resist the urge to run her fingers through the dark curls...
she smiles.
When the simple touch of her hand
causes him to flinch and pull away...
she cries.
As she quietly moves herself
back to the corner of the broken room,
she sits ever so quietly...
watching him...
loving him...
and reminding herself that tomorrow is another day.
Then she smiles.such a beautiful poem huh..i got it from some...Reactive Attachment Disorder website/
but it gives you a feeling that it's a mother's love the 1st time you read....although you look throu it you don't really find any solid evidence that it isn't the normal bgr stuff;
guess its the difference between a mother's love and the normal...puppy love. because one is true..and boundless- at least i KNOW so, but sometimes you just can't imagine.
right nvm my thoughts are so not organized and everything..
its so surprising im blogging about such..light hearted stuff/
just this afternoon i think i feel into this really horrid mood there was this long long entry i typed in the classrm com but it hanged. what the la. anyway.
maybe God didn't want me to blog about that kinda stuff. as in, that kinda content.
ha.such a nice poem....
don't say im crazy but today's Unseen Poetry's poem was so nice...although at 1st it seemed hard and the questions so....unanswerable but-
after reading and thinking about it, it became so..perfect6 ] my vocab is extremely limimted man. but the poem was so flow-y. and the point was weaven into the lines of the strokes so ..perfectly. ha.
im getting crazy.
im actually finding beauty in POEMS. ohman what's happening to me.
ok that was a damn CRA-PPY entry i know..> but nvm there's dance tml im happy..and church! too...can't be more contented;
but if only i could say gdnight, my night would be perfect.
tsesin 
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