The roses you send rot my skin
Sinking deep down to my soul within
Your roses are tainted with words of hurt
Not even realising my worth
Not accepting all of me with the love a mother should
You make me feel like you think I’m worthless
and no good
Well let me say this to you now
I’m proud of myself and you don’t have a clue
Dark this and dark that, why don’t you write
something happy
you must be illiterate because you don’t
know what you’re reading
Yes I write dark but also light,
fairies and the universe above
I also write about my soulmate and our
undying love
Nature and mother earth with its beauty
and birth
My kids and sadness and all about my hurt
So just to let you know not everything is dark