You

Smile over the illustrious nothingness,
Your sweet yellow blanket covering your solitude.
I lay down over your sadness,
Swallow the anguish,
Kneel down below your screams.
Covering my ears with platitudes.
Love is inept for the mother and the daughter,
I am inept.
Talk, talk, talk.
I stifle your sensibility,
my own insecurities you suffer.
Beautiful one;
You are more deserving than your reality.