Thursday, 4 July 2013

hereditary

I have my mother's heart
although it's missing some pieces you
  see they were stolen by boys (with chapped pink lips)
 who would always know what to say.


I have my father's eyes
 although they aren't as worn I've still seen
   kings being overthrown I've easily cried
          a river and a half
 I don't want to love for fear that I might explode.

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