My mother she didn't get back to me
Not seen her for two years now an anniversary of my birthday
Each year I see the gap of when we last met.
I want to trust and feel secure safe and loved but the wounds have spread into relationships
Cut right open I sometimes want to tear at them other times stitch them up
Does the stitching close them to the air
Does the opening cause more tear
Or does the stitching protect
Or does the opening open up to the fresh
Is love really true for me
I feel it but do I really know how to receive
At times blissful ecstatic
Other times scared erratic
I don't always know when I have it
I've loved so much from afar
Sep 13, 2021
Sep 13, 2021 at 6:13 PM UTC
My mother she didn't get back to me
Not seen her for two years now an anniversary of my birthday
Each year I see the gap of when we last met.
I want to trust and feel secure safe and loved but the wounds have spread into relationships
Cut right open I sometimes want to tear at them other times stitch them up
Does the stitching close them to the air
Does the opening cause more tear
Or does the stitching protect
Or does the opening open up to the fresh
Is love really true for me
I feel it but do I really know how to receive
At times blissful ecstatic
Other times scared erratic
I don't always know when I have it
I've loved so much from afar
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