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catefrancescatefrances Posts: 29,003
edited April 2006 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
fuck you
for making me cry
fuck it
where's the father of my child
fuck you
when you lie to us
fuck it
even when you don't
tell me
where's my lover gone
please tell me
where is it my lover rests his head

what is it
that i can tell my son
my little boy
he's done some growing up
tell me
is it the party line i say
or can i
dare i
tell him the truth
do i lie to my son
like i lie to myself
his little face in the window
waiting
watching
waiting
always always
waiting

fuck you
tell me what i want to know
fuck you
tell me
my son
please please tell me
he has to know

fuck you
will you play catch
toss the ball
teach my baby to shave
will you tell him,
'i love you son'
on his wedding day
say to him,
'i'm proud of you'
when he graduates
i don't want to do it alone
and fuck you
i shouldn't have to
so fuck you
just tell me where my son's father is
and when it is he's coming home
tell me when
cause my little boy
he doesn't understand
his daddy's gone
that's all he knows
my little boy
he just doesn't understand.
hear my name
take a good look
this could be the day
hold my hand
lie beside me
i just need to say
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