From one heart crossing to the next, held in the hands of the newborn.
Carefully taken care of like the mind she bears to have.
Knowing the answers to the questions of life, I didnt need for your shelter and your support. What hurts the most was being so close, to your grace and your preposterous glory.
Faking all the explanations why you do not have to need to portray your love for me to any further extent.
My addiction to your wholesome care that you sheltered from me all the long.
The love I saw behind anger. It wasnt enough for you to tell me that the newborn had dropped the heart. You knew she never had a mind anyway.
