The days come and go,
so does my shadow
with night and day,
I've grown, grown big
to want a husband and children,
without the sun's warm embrace,
I've followed life,
living with principle
and my words, to their abode;
I'm a woman now,
my mother's hands smaller than mine,
I'm a woman,
the mirror paints her beautiful,
The days are long gone,
those days I miss and my head
can't twist back enough to recall them,
This, this is sadness.
Jun 9, 2023
Jun 9, 2023 at 4:55 PM UTC
The days come and go,
so does my shadow
with night and day,
I've grown, grown big
to want a husband and children,
without the sun's warm embrace,
I've followed life,
living with principle
and my words, to their abode;
I'm a woman now,
my mother's hands smaller than mine,
I'm a woman,
the mirror paints her beautiful,
The days are long gone,
those days I miss and my head
can't twist back enough to recall them,
This, this is sadness.