A sensation of longing as my fingers trace along your lips
Neither placed as good or bad, I continue to be curious
Loneliness drifts away from shore and off to the other side of the sea
Fish's starts to come along; my fantasies meets their end then advance to reality
A sensational thrill travels my veins and stupid ideas come to place
Pleasure is such a sweet taste
I'm pleased to have a lover
I'm pleased to have wild life in the night
And I'm guilty to think that cheating feels more pleasurable then all of these
They call me wicked;
my mother says I'm lost;
and my friends are changing every day
A sensation of longing as my fingers begins to trace my window
" Why is it no longer exciting?"
I then began to do even more wilder things
My friends stop changing but instead started sleeping longer in the day
My mother no longer calls me lost but instead she says nothing at all
My lover shift frequently until I had none at all
The fish in the sea began to float, the fruits at the shore were no longer touchable
I longed for love, but of course it was harder to find after all that has happened to me
So i went to places that offered pleasure, and there I found love romantically
A sensation of longing as his fingers traced my lips
Neither placed as good or bad, he continued to be curious
One day I found out that he cheated behind my back
"Damn… this hurts so freakin' bad"
To open my heart so carelessly to a man I "loved"
I automatically rendered my feelings to mercy my soul
If I had known cheating hurt this much
I would have never done what I had done to all of my past loved ones
I can never go back to my friends
So I tried to go back to my mother
I knocked at her door repeatedly, finding another family residing in her lovely house
I called "mommy" in my contacts hearing a random voice responding:
"hello?"
"Who is this?l
"I'm a doctor ma'am. Are you by chance a relative of this woman?"
"Y-yes… I am"
"Unfortunately…"
My mother had came to pass
I ran to my apartment, and cried with sorrow
And rummage through my things to see if i had anything of my mother to look upon
I see a card in my old bag, and didn't knew she left a note when I was long gone
"You can come back to me when you're ready.
I know you have a lot of excitement and seek love.
But don't forget, I still love you
…and have the pleasure
…of being called Mom."