The little lies he told her,
Of dreams seen and unseen,
Of stories told and untold.
And the blinding belief,
Of a world not yet known.
The bigger errors she made instead,
Of what could have been,
But never did.
A little girl's convictions,
A grown up's evil sabotages.
The if onlys and grim realizations,
Of a scornful journey,
Better late than never again.
A handful of vile gestures,
Sits at the mum table across.
Of dreams seen and unseen,
Of stories told and untold.
And the blinding belief,
Of a world not yet known.
The bigger errors she made instead,
Of what could have been,
But never did.
A little girl's convictions,
A grown up's evil sabotages.
The if onlys and grim realizations,
Of a scornful journey,
Better late than never again.
A handful of vile gestures,
Sits at the mum table across.
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