Poems of Love, Inspiration, Heartache and Pain
Bitter Sweet
Lets see it all started
six years ago
on November sixteenth
When I was in labor
giving birth to our baby
Our became mines within
a matter of months
you were to busy
running the streets
no harm done my feelings were
bitter sweet.
A bit harsh you think?
Well while I was home
raising a baby
you were out there looking
for your next maybe.
It took two of us to
make a baby
funny how now he's my baby
and daddy's maybe.
Bitter Sweet.
My feelings toward you
were hate and deceit
as time goes by their just
bitter sweet.
Bitter is the taste I get
when I say your name
Bitter is the feeling I get
when after six years your
amnesia is gone and you remember
my sons name.
Bitter is the feeling I get
when my son says your name
but calls another daddy.
How sweet it is for another man
to step up to the plate and succeed
where you once again failed.
Sweet is knowing that all of
my sons values, goals and morals
were taught by me
Sweet is knowing that I am capable
of taking care of my son on my own
not needing a man like you to
hinder me.
If you want to be
"the man"
step up and wear the crown.
Don't let him become a man
before you decide to lend a
helping hand.
If you wait to long his feelings
for you will be bitter sweet!
six years ago
on November sixteenth
When I was in labor
giving birth to our baby
Our became mines within
a matter of months
you were to busy
running the streets
no harm done my feelings were
bitter sweet.
A bit harsh you think?
Well while I was home
raising a baby
you were out there looking
for your next maybe.
It took two of us to
make a baby
funny how now he's my baby
and daddy's maybe.
Bitter Sweet.
My feelings toward you
were hate and deceit
as time goes by their just
bitter sweet.
Bitter is the taste I get
when I say your name
Bitter is the feeling I get
when after six years your
amnesia is gone and you remember
my sons name.
Bitter is the feeling I get
when my son says your name
but calls another daddy.
How sweet it is for another man
to step up to the plate and succeed
where you once again failed.
Sweet is knowing that all of
my sons values, goals and morals
were taught by me
Sweet is knowing that I am capable
of taking care of my son on my own
not needing a man like you to
hinder me.
If you want to be
"the man"
step up and wear the crown.
Don't let him become a man
before you decide to lend a
helping hand.
If you wait to long his feelings
for you will be bitter sweet!
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Bitter Sweet
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