If you ever get to read this,
You might just see,
One day when your feeling,
just like me,
Not so free.
I don't think i want to,
Or could even go,
back to the place where i was a whore.
That part of my life is done and dead,
Just like the feelings,
are no longer fed.
Right now we are "friends"
But i'm not sure just because it didn't work out you could ever be such a person to me.
So if one day you regret or start to miss me,
And you ask yourself that question,
"does she still love me"....
All you gotta do is look at the title of this poem 'baby'.