Happy 8 Months≪3 Poem by Adam Smitherman

There's a girl.
In this world.
Who's fearful but full of life.
Trying to make it.
Having to fake it.
Thinks she never does anything right
Somehow does wrong.
Family problems.
Just trying to get along.
Cheating and lies.
Too many goodbyes.
She's tired of the sighs.
Thinks about giving up.
Self mutilation.
Self accusation.
Searching for the love of her life.
She thinks to her self 'she'll never be happy'.
'Why does this always have to happen to me? '
'Am I just crazy? '



Finally he comes along.
The man of her dreams.
And everything in between.
Takes away the pain.
Tells her she's beautiful.
Even with her problems.
He loves her all the same.
Now 7 months later.
Their still going strong.
Even though the distance plauges them so wrong.
A few more days and it will be 8.
8 months later.
This has to be fate.
Happy 8 months baby.
We will make it.
Just keep faith.