I called out
Still sitting here under the covers
You was a miscarriage
But you made it
In my heart so deep
I held you while I sleep
I though I heard your heart beat
I called out
Still sitting here
Letting go these tears
This feeling will never disappear
Losing you would always be my fear
Bare with me there's a lot going on upstairs
A lonely man sitting in the corner on the floor
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A poem of distress and agitation. Nicely expressed.
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