said the heart lonesome
magnetised
it yearnt something
to reciprocate love
a seed lies dormant
long buried deep
beneath layers of pain
It dreams
as it sleeps
sorrow births joy
a void's always filled
A girl meets boy
dressed in sheep's wool
a child arrives glistening
Mum is wired for nurturing
the impulse kicks in
she will tend to needs
cradling
soothing
guided by a sixth sense
She pats
sorrow births joy
a void's always filled
A girl meets boy
dressed in sheep's wool
a child arrives glistening
Mum is wired for nurturing
the impulse kicks in
she will tend to needs
cradling
soothing
guided by a sixth sense
She pats
rejoices burps
sweet innocent redolence
children are a blessing
for a power hungry mother
her dream was derailed
children are a blessing
for a power hungry mother
her dream was derailed
by the wooly liar
He left jagged pieces
He left jagged pieces
broken promises
So she steps cross the line
and embraces her scorn
pain is repaid
with hurt
he gave
let him know how it feels
let him know how it feels
He pines for his child.
children are a blessing
This is wishfully true
when mother is scorned
blessing mixed with curse
too
blessing mixed with curse
too
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