Momo's Ache
Evening sky is crying to the sound of my aching.
Pain and anger mixes with howling wind of my silent sobbing.
I just need to feel your sweet cherry kissing.
For so long I'm out in the woods like red riding hood do, yet unlike red riding hood who's ought to meet her doom, I am out looking for thy prey of yours truly.
Opening the door and wishing sweet smiles that will wrap me is just what I want. And so yes, I have it packed with the gushing of embracing singing, barney's i love you song.
But oh dear what have I done that no one is listening to my alms? If you may just pause and hug me tight through the night with listening hearts rather than just hearing aide of thine, you will feel that I am more tired of knowing I am no present to seal days of your growing my dear sweet child.
Listen to me and I'll listen to to you: I am no good for you, yet I am worthy of you.
Understand my pain, the pain of lossing every single day with your growing. Hence, I must go into the woods just to bring food to our dinning room.
Admitted by time, its no acceptance, understood weel your longingness, but I'd rather be out in the woods looking for food rather than seeing you anorexic with no food.
Dear child of mine, please do understand the time lost between us, forgive me and care for me and I will do my best to enchant you without my presence.
Listen to me and I will understand you.
Copyright © Hemarcs Osoteo | Year Posted 2015
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