My emotions are on a crazy streak.
At times I feel weak.
How can a my Ex be so crude.
The thing she has done is so rude.
Can't she see my heart is breaking.
And all over my body is aching.
Miss seeing my little man.
Go on, I don't know if I can.
Just so I wouldn't give her a text to ask about my son.
She put a order on me so I won't bother her or anyone.
But I look at the pictures of me and my little guy.
Each night I want to cry.
She did this to hurt and break my heart.
I don't know where to start.
I am hurting but I must put up a fight.
Hopefully soon I can get my son back in my sights.
Holding to the memories tonight as it shall tend.
The memories is like a distant in the wind.
Holding him, talking with him is my hearts desire.
Ever more for Jonathan my son my love will be for you like a burning fire.
Each day my choices I will keep on making.
What would happen if I didn't travel on The road not taken?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem