unspoken thoughtA Poem by Tenten
That pit in the center of my stomach exist The oozing black creation of disdain Lives on forcing mixed emotions from clouded eyes It’s the creation of repetitive ‘you come next’ Lines that steal time from friends and loves to create That perfect person I shall never become
Taken advantage of once more,
‘The child I bore is there, You came first take care of it That man I love is here, which is not there’ Go off sight I want to be a newly wed’ At the bottom of a hole back to the life from before
The live in baby sitter unheard left to wonder
As you close that door do you remember? Hey guess what I am your daughter Are those truths lost to newly wed lifestyle And the child left easily at my feet
© 2008 TentenAuthor's Note
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