Poetry

[norral]

thank u brother mikey

i dont believe in black or white

i dont believe in black or white,
i dont believe in wrong or right.
i dont believe in self or other,
i believe that u were once my mother.
whats that u say, it cant be so,
well let me ask , how do u know.
i remember sitting on your knee,
as we laughed and we played by the old oak tree.
i was three going on four
we didnt have much money
but we werent poor.
we had love and a strong family
your name was pearl , mine emily
so surprise surprise we now are here
and yes its been many a year
but the ties still exist that bind our hearts
the true love we had is still a part
of us , and colors how we feel
when we sum it all up
only love is real

norral