mum was admitted into hospital for operation
i dunno why
somehow i find myself worrying for her

its strange how these little kids can present hand-made cards scrawled wif 'i love u' to their mums and even express their love effortlessly
sweet innocence
but as time goes by
and fairytales are abandoned for rock songs
the words become harder to say

i guess it will never happen, not even years later
for all the fights, silent tears and broken hopes
a hard slap of reality
some things don't change
and some wounds nid more than just plasters

*our lives begin to end the day we become silent about things that matter*