Anger I guess
Even though it's me made all this mess
I now regret the last thing I said to you,
I know you have feelings the same as I do.
I've blocked from my mind
Your smile,
Your smell,
Just thinking of you makes me feel unwell.
I want you to understand
Even though there's no chance,
What we had slipped through my hands,
I had no control,
I didn't want to ...
Wednesday 3rd May 2017 2:47 pm
Regret
Facebook is not our friend,
We scroll daily through scans,
Those first delicious pictures of their bundle of joy, once only shared by family;
nowadays published for all to see.
And every time,
left with just one thought,
"Why is it not me?"
Facebook is not our friend.
Perhaps you have been pregnant,
Known the feeling,
The weight of carrying the most precious cargo a woman can ever ...
Wednesday 3rd May 2017 2:44 pm
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