Miscarriage Poem by Zachary TaylorCreaor

My love that goes right through you
I hope it does't grow to kill you
'Cause I can't handle you miscarriage
Your hidden miscarriage
I loved you hard with on thud
And the base board of the bed keeps beating these walls
While sliding love into you
The deeper you scream I spew
With the love that spawned our beloved child
We make love you always bleed
With the lies that you conceive
Every time I heave
My love that goes right through you
I hope it does't grow to kill you
'Cause I can't handle you miscarriage
Your hidden miscarriage
Thinking about my child born dead
When it runs though my mind I see red
And the diseased blood that stained my clean white sheets
It still dream of the love of my own child
But I just can't seem to get it through you
'Cause every time I light the flame it dies
But my heart still lies with you
My love that goes right through you
I hope it does't grow to kill you
'Cause I can't handle you miscarriage
Your hidden miscarriage
My love that goes right through you
I hope it does't grow to kill you
'Cause I can't handle you miscarriage
Your hidden miscarriage
I can't set up myself for this
Lets seal it off with a final kiss
'Cause with you their is no chance of a future
But my heart begs to differ
I can't handle this miscarriage
But this is what it has to be
This is the end of you and me