Raised to be a Sun, Held by the MoonA Poem by SvyI cuddled my mama Felt like you, Victoria Under the blanket, feeling our chest caress her head, for you, Victoria When we grow up I want to feel your skin like my mama Your lips over my cheek Warm hands over my colds, Victoria If i am ice, you're the heat If i am hungry, you're the meat The song of your heart beat I want to write a poem for that rhythm, Victoria Feeling tiny among the wings of my mama If i am home, you become the light, Victoria Do you think we can recreate, Victoria? If i am a sweet daughter, you're my mama, Victoria
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StatsAuthorSvyIstanbul, TurkeyAboutShe/They INFJ Artist in any way?? Game creator (progress) Interested in human psychology more..Writing
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