Things Work Out

Tears stains on pillow

I shed them every night

Running through dark memories

When I should've block it with light.

I hear my baby crying,

She's not in the room.

Her cries are in my head...

I would've been a young mother

Would've work life out

Still with my boyfriend

We made things work out. 

Life has me feeling all types of reactions, 

I'm getting through

I'm making plans

Got to make these plans my goals

Otherwise I'm going to end up in a hole.

Already life is pushing me up

I can't help to turn and watch my past...

Baby, mommy and daddy are going to make it.

Wish you were in our life every second

Watch us from up above

We love you very much. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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