quinta-feira, 17 de junho de 2010

SweetSide, a poem



Ironside said...

Hi 'H'..yes poetry is one of my hobbies. It is yours to do with as you wish.

Mummy mummy, nights left alone

Searching forever until I am grown

Why do you lie about what happened that night?

The night when I died in the dark without light.

We were so afraid but you just did not care

Much more important to wash your blonde hair

Now daddy and you are both very rich

For an IVF baby...life sure is a Bitch.