A Dead Baby
By violetfyre
Reagan's dying. She was never born, Never will be born. All the love was lost and now She'll never have a chance to breathe. Reagan's dying. She was a fleeting dream, A falling star. The future's lost and now I'll never have the chance to love again 'Cause Reagan's gone. Just a name on paper. It sounded sweet and the idea was appealing, And her father feigned love. Reagan's dead. I've been a fool, A fool to ever think she'd live... Foolish to dream her up. And in the end, I'm all I have, And I'm alone. Cold. **Yet another poem where I didn't quite read it critically enough. It does sound like I was talking about a miscarriage. Oops. It was actually about this guy I used to date, we had plans on getting married and having kids and had already named our kids, but then it turned out that he had another girlfriend in New Jersey and was cheating on me with one of our mutual friends (some friend), and we don't even really talk to each other now. I thought this was just a unique way to present the situation. But now that I read it, I do realize it doesn't quite sound that way. Thanks for reading. I might plan a re-write for this too. ** Written November 4th, 2001 © on Nov 04 2001 07:41 AM PST 18 • 0 • 10
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