7 Meses

I worry about the tasks
If you will truly be happy
When you see me
That you want to be with them
Not with me

I worry about choosing the school
That at 15 you'll be very stubborn
And if you'll say you don't want to go on Sundays
I worry that I won't be enough
As my mind tells me
And in the end not act as I should've with you

My soul is tied up and can't stop crying
And you still have seven months to arrive

I worry about what you eat
And that you'll have to learn
Other languages
I worry that my unresolved traumas
From the past will hurt you
Because how did I manage in months
To heal so much inside me
So many years of therapy
And I still need to be better
The only emotion that
Surpasses all this fear
Is that I'm scared to death
But even more, I'm dying of love

My soul is tied up and can't stop crying
And you still have seven months to arrive
My soul is tied up and can't stop crying
And you still have seven months to arrive