3:17 AM
When trying turn to tried
Tears have turn to cried
And promised turned to lies
It just feels like things have fallen apart
How did this happen?
Why must she feels so torn apart?
Yet connected to him because of her unborn child that they created together.
A seed yet to be born not in happiness but in sorrow
Created with love that feels like it has diminished
I know this mau be cliche but love is blind
This woman was swoones by what she thought was different
Oh yes he was a differnt breed of asshole
Yeah a different type of bullshit and childish drama that was so beneath her views and standards
Talking about childish
What is a man who acts like a boy?
A disappointed
She tore down her wall that has been up for 5 years
Just to be hurt again
Alone again
But this time with not one but two children
Oh words cannot express how much she feels like not trying
Because she has tried
He has promised
And he has lied
No doubt she just learns from this and remember she has cried.
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PoetryHere are a collection of poetry I have written within my teenage years, early adult life . I hope you all enjoy.