Black and White Strings

Mothers and strangers will never get along
Daughters and uncertainty will never mix like black and white strings in harmony
Maybe you'll never be able to tell yourself who signed your birth certificate
Maybe you don't even exist
Until you write down your existence
Black and White beauty shining through your smile
Afraid to have your adoption papers tattooed to your spine
Fearing a signature can substitute your umbilical chord
Haunted by the black and white lines that gave you your identity
A heaven sent foster, you lovely shadow
Lost your printed name, black and white silhouette i find my eyes searching for you
But my past left you married to a peninsula bus stop 6 feet under in the pages of your lives
Where your words fail to resuscitate your life
So you find solace living between the lines
Praying the outside world could never read in
But the loneliness leaves you drowning in deprivation
The pages abort you in abandonment
Your thoughts somehow manage to use your nervous system as a railroad rather than a red line
But you still find correlation to flat lines
The x-axis means nothing if you cant climb the Y
But i try not to question the heights because i never knew how high the horizontal line was
Until they found you 6 feet under your composition drowning in the concrete
I only wished i learned to swim
Maybe i could've saved you from the reality
That ran you down the street that night.