“Wanna-Be Mom”
“I don’t have time”
Is what she says.
She has never committed a crime.
But never being there for me is.
I start wondering,
If I even need you.
You are plundering,
My very will to believe you.
Time is running out,
And soon I won’t care.
Without any doubt.
We will have nothing to share.
There will be no more late night tales.
About all your guys
No more cussing, screaming, and yells.
That I certainly despise.
My eyes have dried,
It’s time to move on.
I guess I shouldn’t have cried,
Over a wanna-be mom.
Copyright © 2005 Kekaulike Dabis
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