My mother was like a lover,
hard to discover,
before you knew, it was over.
She could be so cold,
she reminded me of gold.

My mother was like a lover,
she was strong,
and I just came along,
wanted to belong,
but she never stayed for too long.

My mother was like a lover,
she could be so kind,
it could make you blind,
it could fuck a bit with your mind,
because things were never aligned,
and if you tried, you would be declined,
that's just how she was designed,
everything about her was so refined,
she could not be confined.

My mother was like a lover,
she could be emotionally unavailable,
it made her seem unbreakable,
she was irreplaceable,
and I still find it unexplainable.

My mother was like a lover,
her mind was like a forest,
something about her was flawless,
some things reminded me of a goddess.

My mother was like a lover,
something about her was frightening,
and it was almost enlightening.