Depressed Souls.

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I Love You Mamma.

He was born in the heart,
Not in the womb.
The heart bleeds into a hearth,
Keeping him warm from cold.

When he becomes art,
She becomes proud in the tomb.
He leaves the earth,
When he’s done being old.

To her, he reaches out his arm
But will a bleeding heart
Hold it and pull him closer?
No, for he never had a mother
Who kept him in her heart
And that ‘He’ is me…

I Love You Mamma.

P.S— I said “bleeding heart” to denote that he has also hurt her growing up. This is very normal among families, especially, among mothers and kids. Now, here he never had a true mum and that’s why she didn’t pull him in. I hope this makes sense.
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