I use to dream of meeting someone like you. I use to prey to God for a love as true as yours. And the months we spent, Meant the world to me. But it has been over a month, I haven't heard from you. I want you to know, That the night you threw me out, I died. Rebuilding my life is the hardest thing to do. But someone has to prepare for the life, That grows inside of me. Now all I can do is worry. Will our child ever know the man i feel in love with? Is that man still inside of you? I use to prey to God for someone like you..... Now I prey to stop loving you.
Reason for writing:
I wrote this poem (just now, so it is my frist draft :) because a month ago my boyfriend cheated on me and threw me out of our apartmeant in the middle of the night....and i'm 4 months pregnant with his child. I still love him.
so please tell me what you think of it, what i could do to improve it. or what i can do to start getting on with my life, cuz i don't think i'm doing a good job at it right now.
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