The Daily Kaneecia

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 Sad poetry: Mother’s cold shoulder  I told her to pay attention  but the look she gives me makes me think twice I don’t want to think twice or redo anything I crave for the attention  as a baby gets without asking but the older it gets it expresses the need of attention  she always gives it no matter what unless she can’t because her mind traps her giving her thoughts a mother doesn’t need the cries grow louder and louder  she cries herself but with different emotions pouring out leaving it on the porch of another one owns  not having second thoughts not thinking twice but for the better of her child which she thinks is best but the way I feel right now is the opposite my caretaker, the one I call mom, didn’t take me to the porch of another  or give me away for the better if she even thought of it  I’m still the baby in the corner crying and she’s the mom walking away  leaving me there to stay alone, cold and hungry for a mom’s attention to be given to me Topic about fear: Strikes We

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Distance far away  silence rings in my ears  small tales of love an honor  talk to me my love  our hearts speak to one another like never before  Speechless sounds  the moon told me more the tunnels beneath us shake talk to me my love  I wanna hear you say  You love me 

I told her to pay attention  but the look she gives me makes me think twice I don’t want to think twice or redo anything I crave for the attention  as a baby gets without asking but the older it gets it expresses the need of attention  she always gives it no matter what unless she can’t because her mind traps her giving her thoughts a mother doesn’t need the cries grow louder and louder  she cries herself but with different emotions pouring out leaving it on the porch of another one owns  not having second thoughts not thinking twice but for the better of her child which she thinks is best but the way I feel right now is the opposite my caretaker, the one I call mom, didn’t take me to the porch of another  or give me away for the better if she even thought of it  I’m still the baby in the corner crying and she’s the mom walking away  leaving me there to stay alone, cold and hungry for a mom’s attention to be given to me