This one was written in August. It's a poem i wrote during a hard time in my life. This one's dedicated to my beautiful mother, Maria Leonore Riza. It's been a lot cloudier without you around. I count the days passing as my tears fall to the ground. It hasn't been easy doing it all on my own, when you're not by my side it's barely a home. I feel troubled all over, just want you to hold me tightly. Not just for now, but daily and nightly. As another day comes and another day goes, my thoughts of your linger, they alter and grow. As the strong winter breeze passes, an internal tears fall, I feel you're not really here, no, you're not here at all.
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