It is more than a mother’s love.
It is more than a father’s son.
When pigmented in maroon and blue-
I wish I could wash you off.
Naturally, scar tissue is gorgeous-
Reminiscing, we can’t have it all.
In Greed, thus, I would shield you;
Plus, cushion your every fall.
Love’s tourniquet of wisdom-
Shall cradle your every call.
Till your rivers run dry-
Let it heal, with natural cause. ✨