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The moment my fingers curled away from your heartbeat, you held me up to the sun, tried to find the missing pieces glowing in my eyes From the moment you first held me, there was an understanding passed between us (Mother, you sheltered me) gently, I knew a shifting ache in your bones that grew on my lips as surely as my own name I grew up on palm fronds and astroturf, tennis courts and public pools pushing the wanderlust through my veins like a sickness, Mother, you fostered the dreaming that marinated in my head, pushed child's sunglasses over my face, and you smiled thinking of the brightness my future must hold You never knew the agony of oceans, the tear of the tide ripping at my stomach, you were disappointed when I told you that white-hot flames were licking at my fingers, threatening to escape -- You were disappointed as your dreams fell into the cradle of insomnia, disappearing into a black hole of doubt, my thoughts were leaves dropping from my mouth until they landed in your conscience, floating in puddles made from the liquid melting of your tears Mother, I never knew the ocean's stinging bite would lap against you as it carried me out to sea
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Apr 16, 2012
Apr 16, 2012 at 2:52 PM UTC
for my mother, for the rising waves inside my heart
The moment my fingers curled away from your heartbeat, you held me up to the sun, tried to find the missing pieces glowing in my eyes From the moment you first held me, there was an understanding passed between us (Mother, you sheltered me) gently, I knew a shifting ache in your bones that grew on my lips as surely as my own name I grew up on palm fronds and astroturf, tennis courts and public pools pushing the wanderlust through my veins like a sickness, Mother, you fostered the dreaming that marinated in my head, pushed child's sunglasses over my face, and you smiled thinking of the brightness my future must hold You never knew the agony of oceans, the tear of the tide ripping at my stomach, you were disappointed when I told you that white-hot flames were licking at my fingers, threatening to escape -- You were disappointed as your dreams fell into the cradle of insomnia, disappearing into a black hole of doubt, my thoughts were leaves dropping from my mouth until they landed in your conscience, floating in puddles made from the liquid melting of your tears Mother, I never knew the ocean's stinging bite would lap against you as it carried me out to sea
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Apr 16, 2012
Apr 16, 2012 at 2:52 PM UTC
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