The kid he left
He left him with his ex
He used, however
Blair / fox / yn
Is a caring, loveing and sweetheart
How one could abounded them
Is beyond me, sadness me even
But forever, even if not with he,
The kid he gave will be my own,
I praticly raised hum, cared for
More then he ever did.
A kid that came to me,
Through a runt, and a marriage
Of faltle and utter lies,
Gave me one of my many joys,
To call my kids.
The only kid,
I ever gave
My number,
For better contect,
Helped me when I thought,
You'd leave me for papa.
But you stayed, my little
Sunshine.
And I'm happy you stayed,
Part of the family
Bloodline.
You, are one of the few,
I fell I can lean on for,
Sapport.
YOU ARE READING
Sea of death - Poetry
PoésieA book of poetry I wrote, was published on other things. Or it's stright up a call out / vent about someone. And typically those ones are obviously about someone.
