Tuesday, December 6, 2011

The Loving Son




You always told me that I’m stupid
And yet, I always look at it as something positive
You always told me that I’m nothing
And yet, I always think that it means nothing

You always make me cry
But because I love you, I just let it dry
You always shouting me
But because I love you, I never felt any pain for you

You always blame me of the negative things in your life
But because you’re my mother, I just ignore that
You always told me that I’m a son of a devil
But because you’re my mother, I just take it as something unreal

Now that you’re birthday is near to come
I want to leave you this poem that really get from the bottom of my heart
Now that you’re birthday is near to come
I want to leave you with a beautiful smile

Don’t think that the reason why I hang myself in the ceiling
Is because I’m already tired of caring for you
The reason why I choose to leave you
Is because I truly love you
Happy birthday mom


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