In the cocoon of the warm moonlight I’m nursing the inner child For all the love you didn’t recognise I saved it just in case, deep inside For all the small efforts I made to hear that you’re proud There is a hollow in my heart But each hello and how is your day And every kiss planted by someone who cares Little by little there’s less of you that I crave And more of me I learn to not betray Maybe there’ll be a time for us to be unlikely friends Maybe blood will run thick under the bridge When you know that you’ll always be my maker but throw away the chains.
Hello writers and readers. I haven’t written in a while until tonight. I appreciate everyone’s love for my posts, especially Untitled. Thank you.