I really don’t want to fall
Towards the asphalt and all
That possibly I may understand
And nevertheless not hold a hand
The meanings regardless
The tone of it alone is senseless
Here we taste our bitterness
In thought of submissiveness
Retracting from this internal argument
I let my hold, lead to recovered moments
To see anew in spirits passing by
Allowing no judgments given by eye
Then it recovers from reason
That the insolence of my attention
Was skewed by heart of this lesson
That once we love, we ponder of that only one
No matter the moral to our background
There are always breaks to get around
To make amends to sincere intentions
For where the day ends we continue on
Walking alongside following the tension
Of our will and moral detention
The irony that we all befall
Is she causes it all
Grief when I hear from you,
Stress when you need me.
So it would be natural to think
You’re the downfall of me.
But yet you tell me and show me always otherwise.
You just don't know that I take you
For who you are, when you’re with me
Because you are yourself

They exist
They have to
They must
I know they do

I saw them
Clearly
I dug their bones out from underneath our feet
But they turned to dust
And now they feel the deserts

I swear they were real
They were as real to me as this paper and this pen
I think that statement destroys my credibility a bit
But I felt them

If I felt them once
Why don’t they come back?
Why don’t they exist anymore?
Why can’t I find them?

Some people say it’s because they never existed
I try not to believe what they say
But the days go on
And I become more susceptible to the heartless priest and vain churches
But I fight with all my soul

What if my soul doesn’t exist anymore either?
What if it never existed?
Could I stand that idea?
It still exists
I feel it that means something

Maybe they exist in me now
Because I feel them
Or remember them, at least

If I go deaf
And I scream
I wouldn’t hear it
But I would feel it

If I go blind
And I cry
I wouldn’t see the tears
But I would feel my moist cheeks

They are gone
I am numb

But at times
I feel them
Or I think I can feel them

And for me
That’s enough

Not quite patiently, I wait
For what? I'm not sure
Maybe just to see your face
Or hear your voice, so pure
One day, I will hold your hand
Pick you up and spin you around
Get to kiss your cheek again
And never let you down
We'll talk of the things we've missed
Everything from now to then
How you got all that you wished
And what my life has been
Then we'll spend forever
With our arms around each other
Laughing and playing together
I promise! Love, your mother.