Written September 18, 2006
The light of the world
My unborn baby girl
Or boy
I've even bought your first toy.
Now thought upon us as a heinous act
Impregnated intact
He won't see the light of day
Our families are taking it all away
My motherhood, his fatherhood
No more [Blocked Name]
How could life be so trife?
There won't be a day I won't think
Every time I blink
Of you
My precious child
My mind goes wild
But you won't ever be forgotten
My precious baby
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Survivor's Remorse
PoetrySurvivor's Remorse is a personal collection of poetry, songs, lyrics, prose, and more that ranges from the early 2000s through 2023 when I finally decided to start a new poetry book! Thank you immensely to anyone who has taken time to read this book...
