all night i sat and watched
as she stared, spat and sneered
squeezing her increasingly swelling belly
wishing he was there
not wishing that he did a thing
just being there; but he wasn't
she crawled, wailed and wallowed in pain
and all i did was sit and watch
wishing i could press her sore tummy
but i could not; i just couldn't
for she said he should
he is the man that she loves
the father of the child
the child swelling in her belly
the child whose father she loves
but really feels she hates
yes, my other me is in love
in love witha man she hates
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