Collection of poems created by my daughter, Angela.
We were the two people at the end of the red string
Connected, yet the farthest away
You can't even hear me when to you, I sing
These songs I offer, day by day
I tried my best, but there's no other way
In return, you cut our string into two
I wish you stayed patient and waited for the day
The suffering you caused me, you have no clue
Should I blame you for cutting it too early
Or myself, for assuming, expecting too much?
Should I blame you for something I know so clearly
When I know, neither your love nor friendship exists as such?