Spring Time - Poem by Twisted Moon
So afraid of what can come,
How can we be so dumb?
This is our lives we are messing with,
Please let us get away with it.
Please don't let be our fate,
With all the chance it eliminates,
Our lives will never be the same,
If we have a child to name.
Sex isn't worth the lingering fear,
And the ramifications it can bring here,
And I sit here sipping my green tea lemonade,
Just flabbergasted at the choices we have made.
I shake in my anxiety,
Like a caffeinated society,
Terrified of the color blue,
Please let the red rain come to you.
O' how I want it to bleed,
A relief we both so desperately need,
I cannot believe what we did,
Not ready for a kid, we are so stupid.
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