• ruthee 6w

    I've been sick all morning
    You should've been here to hold my hand
    Cause our baby grows in me
    Yet you choose to be away
    Far from your responsibilities as my man
    All the promises you made were false
    And for what?
    A taste of heaven in my arms
    But yet
    I do not hate you my love, for you have gifted me something so beautiful
    I'll bear the shame and all the hate
    I'll take the lashings and smile through the pain
    All for this life that grows in me
    All for our child