My Baby

My Baby

A Poem by Yellow

Im so sick of hearing s**t
about how my baby was killed
my baby, my baby, wheres my baby,
hes out in the stone cold world
I would have rather him fall,
break a bone, maybe even run away
but now because of you i have to sit here and say:
my baby, my baby, wheres my baby,
he's out in the stone cold world to stay

© 2010 Yellow


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Baby….?
Are you really talking of baby…?
Or is it some metaphor…I wonder..?
Nice lines….that brushed against my tender feelings….
I liked it…


Posted 13 Years Ago


but now because of you i have to sit here and say:
my baby, my baby, wheres my baby,
he's out in the stone cold world

WOW! Such a powerful statement here.


Posted 13 Years Ago



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Added on May 3, 2010
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Yellow
Yellow

Chicago, IL



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