I miss you mother.
Let me return to
The fetal position,
Nestled in you
Next to your heart,
Bathed in warmth
By the blood between us,
Clinging together as if
Our very lives depend upon it.
I miss you mother.
Let me return to
The fetal position,
Nestled in you
Next to your heart,
Bathed in warmth
By the blood between us,
Clinging together as if
Our very lives depend upon it.