i can't think of the moments that i'd spend with you.
i don't see any cradles placed in my room.
my womb is no shelter for your little life,
and no father of yours would call me his wife.
but one thing about you sometimes makes me wonder:
if you'd look like your grandpa or maybe grandmother,
which exact part of you would amaze me the most,
and why would you have to inherit my nose.
i would want to give, to provide, and to teach.
i would want to hear the attempts of a speech.
i would want to learn how to care and wait.
i would want to witness what love can create.
but such visions i know i'll eventually lose,
since the fate of a mother isn't mine to choose.
i don't want you to be an extension of me
or for you to become what myself couldn't be.
i'm a mind of a body that's cold and destroyed,
and my womb is a hollow and bottomless void.
Apr 5
Apr 5, 2026 at 7:17 PM UTC
i can't think of the moments that i'd spend with you.
i don't see any cradles placed in my room.
my womb is no shelter for your little life,
and no father of yours would call me his wife.
but one thing about you sometimes makes me wonder:
if you'd look like your grandpa or maybe grandmother,
which exact part of you would amaze me the most,
and why would you have to inherit my nose.
i would want to give, to provide, and to teach.
i would want to hear the attempts of a speech.
i would want to learn how to care and wait.
i would want to witness what love can create.
but such visions i know i'll eventually lose,
since the fate of a mother isn't mine to choose.
i don't want you to be an extension of me
or for you to become what myself couldn't be.
i'm a mind of a body that's cold and destroyed,
and my womb is a hollow and bottomless void.
