Sweet mother

Sweet mother
I cannot weave
For my heartstrings have grown brittle
As the salt-water crust on sand
Sweet mother I cannot sing
For with her last kiss she
Has stolen my vocal cords
And stashed them across the sea
Sweet mother I cannot breathe
As when she took my breath away
Like a golden ring lost to the waves
I shall not get it back
 

ZoeBee

VT

19 years old

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