Thursday, June 3, 2010

The Last Day of May

'Twas thirty minutes past ten

When I almost can't breathe

Seems like my tears are unending

One follows the other.

Here in my bed..

Tired, in pain..

After I clean

I cook for him.

Prepare his things for school.

Help him bath.

Supervised in his homework.

Wake up before the sunrise.

And sleep after midnight.

For him.

Just to be hit

By his ball in the eye..

Just to catch his spit

With my face

Because he's having fun.

I’m so tired.

To give a chance.

To cry.

To have sleepless nights

My heart no longer

Understands him.

If only I have a choice......

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