Mummy
you came
stood at the door
looking inside
right at my face
stood at the door
looking outside
right through you
at things only i could see
make believe
is easier than living
and loving
for real
you called
but i hadn’t imagined that
playing house
with pictures in a magazine
you left
i think
i’ll never know
can’t see or feel the real
looking outside
right through you
at things only i could see
make believe
is easier than living
and loving
for real
you called
but i hadn’t imagined that
playing house
with pictures in a magazine
you left
i think
i’ll never know
can’t see or feel the real
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