In a world with out you.
A world i would of made less cold,
Where we could have a room between us
And not long long miles.
Were I could say your name
And you would hear me.
Instead of spiders dancing quietly in webs,
Instead of the children sleeping down stairs.
We would never realize or come to learn
What love is
Through the sweet and silent sacrifice
Of mothers lies.
We would never know the faults of our fathers
And they would be kings still in our eyes.
And mother would be washing dishes and wiping food off our chins
Instead of bleeding tissue boxes dry
We would never grow up . . . Like this.
like this. . .