skin to skin with blood of my blood
grown from me, my bud, my bonnie
i tremble when i hold you
for our future together is murky
you cannot see me, and i cannot bear to look at you
skin to skin with blood of my blood
grown from me, my bud, my bonnie
i tremble when i hold you
for our future together is murky
you cannot see me, and i cannot bear to look at you
If things had worked out differently, I was hoping to
adopt you. Happy 8th birthday, Laura.
Your friend forever,
Mary
If things had worked out differently, I was hoping to
adopt you. Happy 8th birthday, Laura.
Your friend forever,
Mary