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Sep 2014
There were nights I held our son
And just cried,
As he too cried
it felt like u had died .

Like the love we had was a lie
But we gotta move on and try
Cuz u never died
U were a deadbeat alive

But I guess u didn't feel like
Growing up just yet
Even though we spent years
Getting high having multiple partners for ***

But it all turns to regret
If it wasn't part of growing
Into 2 responsible
People or wut is there really showing

That we evolved from who we are
inTo who were destined to be
It was fine to be immature when
It was just us two but now that 2 is 3

Its like u resent him and me
like we ruined all your fun
But it doesn't matter who pulls the
Trigger when u helped invent the gun

So now u leave 2 scared men
Or ....2scared boys to cry
Like a mother and lover died
i hardly remember a goodbye

our son has ur eyes
So His eyes r urs
So it hurts to look at him some
Days but he's still adored

i won't walk out the door
And leave him to cry
Like u did to him
Or like u did to me and  why

p*ss not important to an orphan
hoarding pain
But according to wut u tell my
Sister u stay away

Cuz I beg u to stay
And guilt trip u too long
But all I want is for our son
To see his ****** mom

You've never seen him Crawl
but he doesn't crawl no more
Now he walks like u walked
when you walked out our door

He's got about 7 teeth and
He dances to every song
And another piece of my heart
Breaks when he calls the wrong woman "mom"

Which he does alot lately
But as this all leaves my mouth
I want u to know that I don't
Just blame u I also blame myself

For not being enough to make
U stay...... and this is all
The reasons ur phone rings when
U ignore my calls

So I take as many photographs
As I can cuz one day i figure
When u regret not seeing your son grow up
I can always give u some ****** pictures.....
Jerry Knowledge Gonzalez
Written by
Jerry Knowledge Gonzalez  Brampton, Ontario, Canada
(Brampton, Ontario, Canada)   
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