par Barbara Ferreres | Fév 6, 2024 | poetry, Writings
It’s hard, being born a daughter!Sometimes I want to resent my mother,But deep down,I wish she had someome to protect herFrom everything she’s been through,The things, we didn’t talk through,No one should live this, though. When I was younger I...
par Barbara Ferreres | Juil 31, 2023 | poetry, Writings
I miss the old daysI always live in the pastIf I didn’t have a corpseI wouldn’t even believe i was realI don’t see the point of living such a lifeIt’s only creating memories to dwell in.
