Sara Panicali

(august 28 1990)

By Myself


I sit here by myself
thinking of everything
we did for each other
and the times that we had
I sit here by myself
with the thoughts
and confusion of
what you truly want
you tell me that you
still love and care
and that you want
to be there for our son
and myself
but then now you
found yourself with someone else
I sit here by myself
thinking of how I can hardly get through
with the thought of losing you
I know there are so many single mothers
that do wonderful by themselves
but I keep dreading about
going through the birth of our baby boy
all by myself

Submitted: Tuesday, January 03, 2012
Edited: Wednesday, January 04, 2012
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  • C S (5/14/2012 9:57:00 AM)

    Be strong girl- your son will light up your life: -) You will cope even alone cos love will see you through x (Report) Reply

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