You are Beautiful.


Those beautiful eyes.
I don’t remember the color, but
I loved you like a grandmother
Loves her children’s children.
The feeling in my eyes
Was worry
As your mother kicked me out of your house
At 3am.
You had a kitchen on your porch,
And dark hair in your eyes.
I hope you remember that
I love you.
You and your
Teenage angst.

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