A shaky breath on a window- fogging the glass- I draw a smile in it- the condensation runs down- and now the smile cries- and I wonder- do you think about me- because sometimes- on days like today- I think of you- and the missed chances- and I think of you- and the wasted time- and I think of you- and I get nostalgic- and I think of you- I think of you.
You weren't right then because of my age, You weren't right then because of my situation, You're not right now because of my circumstances, But your there, Inside me Growing Maybe we can not be so right together finally as mother and daughter x
A product of disciplinary mounting anger for shameful pleasures. Saturated by agonizing defeat, plastering the souls of humanity. Solely for self assurance of days being free, without subsidies replacing traditional beliefs Nurturing concealed possessions soon to be free Upon a dynasty we all fail to feel. But sanity knows of me And sacrifices taking places of serenity. Though struggles grow profoundly An instinct isn’t considered a gift