I can't believe I wrote such a depressing LAME poem...I thought y'all would get a kick out of it too. Check it out:
I wish I could explain the way that I feel, but every time I try it just doesn't sound real.
Each morning I wake up and I look around, to see naked walls and yesterdays clothes on the ground.
I pull the thrown sheets back up over my head, as darkness surrounds me I recall the things that I said.
The "I love you's" and "I need you's" that came from my heart, left me laying here helpless and torn apart.
A week has passed and I still feel the pain, it just tells me the love I have will always remain.
I try my best to see what went wrong, but what's the point? It's too late, he's gone.
ps: hahahaha! love mama