Jealously or sorrow?
Which one gnaws at the seam of a heart?
Pieces fall, imparting a hole so hollow.
Your happiness is an understandable part,
But how do I rejoice with no hope to borrow?
I was truly happy for you from the start.
As the blessing cohabitating within you joyfully wallows,
But sadness and happiness are playing a game using my heart as a board for darts,
And my judgement using my emotions as a soiled harrow.
At this instant I’m incapable of being smart.
I just pray to be called “mom” on a future ‘morrow!
Mar 3, 2016
Mar 3, 2016 at 2:32 PM UTC
Jealously or sorrow?
Which one gnaws at the seam of a heart?
Pieces fall, imparting a hole so hollow.
Your happiness is an understandable part,
But how do I rejoice with no hope to borrow?
I was truly happy for you from the start.
As the blessing cohabitating within you joyfully wallows,
But sadness and happiness are playing a game using my heart as a board for darts,
And my judgement using my emotions as a soiled harrow.
At this instant I’m incapable of being smart.
I just pray to be called “mom” on a future ‘morrow!
