Sometimes the pain does not come straight away.
sometimes the tears will come on a random day.
sometimes you feel like a burden on family and friends.
and sometimes it feels like the pain never ends.
I did not get to hold you, or love you like I should.
I did not get to feel the way that I assumed I would.
But you will always be my baby that I did not get to meet.
The one I could not cuddle or watch you find your feet.
Others may not understand what I am going through.
But I will not be outlawed, I am grieving our loss of you.
You wont ever be here for me to love and nurture as your mom.
But what I feel over losing you will always be second to none
When I think back to that fateful day it hurts so much
When I think back to how it should be it sucks
You should be here now cuddled up with me and happy.
But now my everyday life feels crappy.
I may have never met you, but I love you still.
And deep down I think that I always will.
You are still my little baby and even though you are not here.
My love for you will always grow and show to everyone that is near.
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CosmicAngel
I enjoy writing erotic stories, some of which are from my own fantasies and some from other peoples fantasies. I enjoy taking a rough idea of a fantasy and bringing it to life with my words.
I also enjoy writing down my thoughts and feelings
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