Abortion
Destroy
Give Away
Get rid of
What ever you want to call it,
Mommy,
you didn't want me
I was a part of you
I was there
even for a short time
I could have sparked
a new light in your
life.
You say that it was because
of what he did to you.
Well he hurt you,
but you hurt me.
He left you, mommy,
but you left me.
Forever I will be looking
down upon you from
heaven
and I hope that every
time that I cross your mind
You feel bad for leaving me alone
It is one thing
to be left alone in an ally,
or on a bus,
It is one thing for a
stranger to walk
away but...
You never knew me, but
yet we knew eachother
and you left me
before you had the
chance to see that I
could have
been the light of your life
and the smile that will never caress your
face
when you think about me.
Remember:
I was there when all
that we had
was
eachother.
What did I ever do to you?
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