Tears are in my eyes,
But I know better than that
Though I’m no longer ashamed to cry
I can’t bring myself down like that.
I’m not second place to your boys,
But I can see
Every time your boys come around
It’s always “I’m sorry” and “I’ll make it up to you, baby.”
One of these days I’m going to say no
And stand my ground
What are you really doing when I’m not around?
I want some answers now.
What’s going to happen when we tie the knot?
Am I going to be the one sitting in the house
Wondering if you got shot?
You must have forgot
That besides your Mama
I’m the one woman in your life
And I’m not going to sit here and fight,
But you’re with me
NOT YOUR BOYS!
You’re too old to play with toys.
Comments
-
I can relate to this. Thanks for the read! Great job!
-
the last lines are so true we arnt just a toy you can take off and on a shelf and no sorry can make up the pain they cause are ever so fragile heart great expression and i love this poem
stay safe babe.
Adding your comment:
