Ive taken tests.
Plenty enough to show,
Yeah im crazy.
But crazy on my own.
That little baby.
All three in fact.
Are MY babies.
Am i crazy for that?
Ive stayed up at night.
While he couldn't sleep.
Ive held her in my arms,
While you had to leave.
Ive share blood and tears with them.
And love in between
Im crazy on paper,
But dont give me a reason to be crazy,
Dont make me get mean.
CZYTASZ
Daddy crushed my only dream
PoezjaA collection of poems written for my father and the pain he has put me through. He isnt a bad father. I love him. Maybe sometimes thats what kills me, love.
