Watch me fall like
a baby from its Mama’s arms -
not knowing or feeling.
But I’m scared.
I’m scared for my Mama
watching me fall.
And I’m scared for
my bed
that holds me and loves me.
I’m scared for me.
Can you be scared for me?
Can you be scared
with me?
Please.
Feb 8, 2011
Feb 8, 2011 at 6:56 AM UTC
Watch me fall like
a baby from its Mama’s arms -
not knowing or feeling.
But I’m scared.
I’m scared for my Mama
watching me fall.
And I’m scared for
my bed
that holds me and loves me.
I’m scared for me.
Can you be scared for me?
Can you be scared
with me?
Please.