I think of you at night time
Before I go to sleep
And first thing in the morning
It's your face that I see
You treat me like heaven
My mom treats me like hell
But the only thing that I can do
Is deal with the cards im dealt
Sometimes I even wonder
How would it be if we
Consumed a child together
I could only dream......
I wish I could just leave her
And come straight home to you
But thing's happen for a reason
And the next step's up to you.
------- Author's Notes -------
Not much to say about this one, just my feeling's spilling out on paper.
Comments on this poem/writing:
|Cindy (220.127.116.11) -- Saturday, November 12 2005, 05:27 am|
how do you cook your children before you consume them????
Consume: 1 eat or drink, 2 destroy, 3 preoccupy or possess, 4 use up.
Better to use the word "Have" or "Create"
Other than the incorrect use of that particular word the poem was good.
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