Blueberry kisses
I get to like the spoon as my mother makes pancakes on this early noon
9 years ago, us on our own
The whir of her voice woke me every morning but now all alone here on a cliff; I stand while she gives her kisses away
16 years but 2 on cloud 9 a needle in my hand, it was only a matter of time;
I take a leap into the fumes I end up burnt but that's nothing new;
I miss my blueberry kisses but now they're all gone.
Do you see why I'm hateful, do you see it mom ?
What happened to blueberry kisses,
for breakfast every morn' ?
Aug 27, 2014
Aug 27, 2014 at 11:39 AM UTC
Blueberry kisses
I get to like the spoon as my mother makes pancakes on this early noon
9 years ago, us on our own
The whir of her voice woke me every morning but now all alone here on a cliff; I stand while she gives her kisses away
16 years but 2 on cloud 9 a needle in my hand, it was only a matter of time;
I take a leap into the fumes I end up burnt but that's nothing new;
I miss my blueberry kisses but now they're all gone.
Do you see why I'm hateful, do you see it mom ?
What happened to blueberry kisses,
for breakfast every morn' ?
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