mother to the cure. kinda.

remember when you finally got to take that much needed nap and woke up to your husband laughing at your face? and then remember when you had a dream that you were robert smith's mother and were defending him and his cosmetics to the cruel outside world?


and then remember when you woke up, your 2 year old had not only applied waterproof mascara to his babyface but he applied it perfectly? and then remember how conflicted you were with the spiral of emotions twirling through your body?
pride- shame- pride- shame----Pride!

don't worry, he made sure to share his skills with mom. i say when you've got it, flaunt it.

here's my little acorn. someday we'll discover his hidden talents.

You

Soft and only

You Lost and lonely

You Strange as angels

Dancing in the deepest oceans

Twisting in the water

You're just like a dream