Daughter

I'm too tired to move, I'm too tired to think.
My child is gone because she grew.
Tears bloom in my blood like octopus ink.

I'm an old boat, and I'm ready to sink.
My love for her is hurt, but true.
I'm too tired to move, I'm too tired to think.

Her childhood is dead, and it's starting to stink.
All that matters is that it's through.
Tears bloom in my blood like octopus ink.

I'm foolish, and still I crave the link
even though it's blood she drew.
I'm too tired to move, I'm too tired to think.

She's killed me with a smile and a wink
but that's just between me and you.
Tears bloom in my blood like octopus ink.

If she offered me more, I'd readily drink.
It's a fact that I cannot undo.
I'm too tired to move, I'm too tired to think.
Tears bloom in my blood like octopus ink.

© Jennifer Pederson