9 January 2013
If blood is thicker than water I think I'm thinning out. Brave face, stay hydrated. I'm reaching for the spout.
I have one picture of you And some of dads old drawings. Weak hearted, you left Before I started crawling.
Two years ago I called you The first time you heard my voice. Small talk, catching up. Do you ever regret your choice?
I read you're a paralegal And sometimes you like to dance. Jet black hair, blue eyes. Are you enjoying your second chance?
Mother. • Opuss № I