The holidays soon approachin
and still no words from my mama
so i took it upon myself
to reveal the thoughts unspoken
on the finest of my stationary
I spray her favorite scent of rosemary
Dearest mother,
I’m wondering why I’ve not heard from you
Your walls and silence speak volumes
Pushing away the life you chose to create
oh with your dreary quietness
this love you now choose to abate
the possibility of a fire
you pick instead to smolder
I keep writing
although I should surrender
I cant quite make sense of it
cuz id never leave my own daughter
anyway, guess its just the holidays
getting the better parts of me
or the sad ones you form
with your love letters
that never come