What I call Mother!

There is nothing my heart knows than the love you taught me,

From the very day my heart started beating for the first time on its own,

The day you told me you loved me while holding on to me like I was your golden ring,

The day my heart was cut off from yours, 

The day the word 'day' made sense to me like the very milk I drank in you,

You were nothing but the joy my tears told how happy I was,

Beauty in all the pain you felt while giving me this gift of what might feel like an eternity to me,
You were my God, the breathe of life I needed to balance who I was,
My siamese twin bound not by head but by the love you so explicitly give to me,

You bring out the best in me like you're a hero in costume,
Costume only your heart can reveal your truest identity,
You heal my wounds while wiping away my tears,
Promising that the sun shall rise in my face, the sun you were bred out to me,

My wish upon a star shall never grant me what I have found in you,
You are the love beyond the shadows this world offers,
You are just how I never imaged you to be, you are perfect!
You are what I and many more of my age call mother,
You are the lessons I have been taught, my hope!
My Everything!

Heal the world

Heal the world,

Make a better place for the future and all that inhabit it to live in,

Make a yesterday that has no pain or sorrow,

Heal this mother that has been nothing but good to all who live her,

The very womb we are all made from,

Heal the world,

From gun shots piercing its very soul like thunder during a sunny day,

Protect it from the devils that do nothing but harm thy divine beauty,

Be not like those who live in isolation among together-ful nations,

Do that not for me or you, but for us and our children,

Heal the world,

From  tears shed after endless wars and takings of our children beyond their will,

The very world Micheal Jackson shed for, the world that gave us Gods,

A single God we all call in different names,

Heal the world,

From those who plant bombs instead of trees, source to our healthy oxygen,

Be the hero the world needs, among the heroes who have been already passed,

You are the beginning of that change we need,

The very hero that lives in all of us, the love we know quite well!

HEAL THE WORLD!

Not sorry loving you!

I will love you when it suits me right, 
Sacrifice my being for you when I remember to, 
Give you love, the same Jesus gave to His disciples, 
Care enough for you, like you're one with my womb,

I will heal every scar you carry underneath all your burdens,

Call you a million times eventually till you decide to take it,

Allow you to use me like one of your tools your car so amazingly dismangled,

Apologize for every fight you shower my soul and still end up right,

I will shed tears for you and your messed up childhood,

Love you the way your mother did before giving up her last breath,

I will try, build patience the way you ordered me to,

Look at you in the face and spit on it, the typical me so much desires to,

I feel bad it took a thousand years to realize we are no more,

But I know the problem is with me because I tried this hard,

Hard to love you and fix you the way I did with my LEGO toys,

I have tried enough, but I am not sorry loving you!