Wednesday, August 21, 2019

mother

You need to let me go
You need to set me free
You need to say it'll okay
That you wouldn't miss me so

You need to cut these strings
That tie me to this place
You need to use the sharpest scissors
Not worry about the pain

Because it'll hurt
Both you and I
We will bleed and weep
Wish we could rewind

But the truth is this
And it comes with no coating
No sand-like sugar
To make it less bitter

These strings tying me to you
Are tangled around my neck
And every time I try to fly away
They steal the air I need to breathe

So clip them off
These strings, my wings
Slash my wrists
Bind my legs

But let go of me
Set me free
I may leave but I
Will always come back to you


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