My Hair is curled around my face
My dress is made of pale pink lace...
It has been two months as of today
The sorrow is yet to go away...
I wish I had one last time to tell you I love you
to hug you...
This feeling inside of me is horrible,
The very opposite of adorable...
People stuck in a hell
Don't think for themselves...
I spoke to grandma today.
I asked her about you daddy...
Aching and longing
Growing inside...
Sink the needle in the skies,
Stitch your worries to the earth...
A Family loss, it makes you cry
Makes you hurt, go numb inside...
I pay the reaper every night with drops of blood
praying every time that it will be enough for him...
Mother's Day was here
And your birthday had just passed...
All of my words
Pour from my eyes...