I like pretty things, pretty people and to complain a lot!
MayaSonvico is my poetry blog...
Sometimes the only thing that gives me hope for the future is the thought that one day my child might talk to their friend and say “My mum lost so much, but she made it through and I am so glad.”
And that is all I aspire to.
I don’t think I’m doing as okay as I like to believe.
I want something to look forward to. Something that will last more than second, more than an hour, more than even a day and that will mean something. I want someone to plan with, to anticipate with; I want someone who will be as excited as me, and who will want to share those memories with me
Sometimes when (I’m) on my own
(Sorry) is the only word I hear:
“Sorry, but (I) don’t love you”
“Sorry, but he is (never) coming home”
Mostly I think that I was not (made) to be happy.
I want to call out to (you) for help,
But, as always, I am far too (proud).
I genuinely feel like whenever we are out in public I just embarrass my family