My hand became yours in marriage
My mind and soul remained mine
Your family should have become mine
My family became yours
Was it that you were the first born?
First born son
I was also a first born
First born daughter
Your mother's talons had dug in deep
Not in you but me
Every look she gave
Every snide remark
I tried nice, I tried too hard
I showed my talons, and my talons were sharper
I cut deep, like a bird of prey
After all mother in law, remember
Only the bride wears white
And a man is a son until he meets his wife.
Apr 17, 2014
Apr 17, 2014 at 7:00 PM UTC
My hand became yours in marriage
My mind and soul remained mine
Your family should have become mine
My family became yours
Was it that you were the first born?
First born son
I was also a first born
First born daughter
Your mother's talons had dug in deep
Not in you but me
Every look she gave
Every snide remark
I tried nice, I tried too hard
I showed my talons, and my talons were sharper
I cut deep, like a bird of prey
After all mother in law, remember
Only the bride wears white
And a man is a son until he meets his wife.
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