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I was never told “I can’t”
But I never want to hear those words

If I can’t have a baby with you
Then I don’t want a baby at all

I have you and that’s not important to me
A baby would be a blessing
To start a family

It’s not the end of the world
I still carry hope

But if I can’t have a baby with you
I don’t want a baby at all...
I was never told I can’t but hasn’t happened in 8 years.. still carry the possibility but I choose you over anything else
You always think it’s a gloomy day
When the sun hides behind the clouds
Not shining it’s rays of light upon us

Ever stop and think
Beauty is just as beautiful
Even when it’s hidden in the background
Not in the spotlight for all to see

Look beyond the bigger picture
You will see more then expected
When you look outside the box
Seeing the beauty from afar
Hiding behind your smile
Won’t get you anywhere
Faking it for hours of the day
Trying to mask the pain
Who are you fooling
Lying your life away
Wipe off the fake smile
Remove the mask
Show the world your flaws
Hidden insecurities
Self doubt and no confidence
For then you can be embraced
By the world around you and
Be happy
At last
We can have our Pushkin, all thinky and sad
And our poker-playing pups, cheating at cards
Ruslan and Ludmylla dancing on ice
At the Houston Airport Holiday Inn

Did Pushkin paint the poker-playing pups
Or carve tetrameters while in his cups?
That green baize poker table, a samovar
And the Big Giant Head, who needs an ace

We can have our Pushkin, all thinky and sad
And too those kitschy dogs, being real bad!
A happy boyhood memory - pictures of those poker-playing dogs in the barber shop.

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