There are no raindrops on roses and girls in white dresses.
It's sleeping with roaches and taking best guesses
At the shade of the sheets and before all the stains
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Dear Nobody,
Last night I dreamt about you, you were only a baby in my dream, but I could hear your thoughts, almost as if you were talking to me. I heard you say “mommy why did you write such nasty things?” And to that I had no answer. If I could turn back time I would, and I’d burn that letter down to the last corner.
I was scared, I still am, and I blamed such a small creature for all my mistakes, not just this one. I’m sorry my child if I hurt you, if I ever hurt you, I just don’t want to raise my hopes up to high, what if I lose you? I’ll be on my own again, and who knows when I’ll next feel like this.
…please forgive me…
…I won’t stop asking until you do…
…you can hate me if you like…
…I’m just sorry for hating you…
…for even saying it.
Ororo…
