I love you Mum,
I don’t always say those words aloud...

Old scriptures of lust, forgotten and lost,
Buried by time, frozen in frost...

When we wonder what you’re doing
You’re probably on the toilet...

I love you…
God, how I long to say the words...

You are the thunder, to the mournful start,
The storm, which brews deep in my heart...

The smell hits me first,
freshly washed cotton...

The first time I saw you, I knew you were mine.
We stood together, in the dark we would shine...

Your wings are my spring,
Nostalgic and warm...

You ventured where people dared not go,
Was that a whisper, you heard far below...

This bracelet. My bracelet. You know, it reminds...

No longer will you make me feel like dirt,
No longer will you make me hurt...

As the moonlight shines, it beckons the night,
Mirroring a cloudless fall of frosty air...