Who's Is It?

Young man and young woman that has now been impregnanted. He's been with her before, she's cheated on him with another guy, he isn't sure if the baby is really his or another guys.

Is it possible to rest forever?

In a deep deep slumber.

I hope however...

I'm your favorite number.

 

I'm writing on the spot,

No I'm rapping to you.

I got a nasty blood clot,

From a wound let is ooze.

 

I can say that I'm happy,

But I'd be lying.

Lying to people who dont know me,

Writing me bad things we end up crying.

 

My poems are long,

My mind is a dome.

My voice is strong,

In her arms is my home.

 

Write me a letter,

Send me a note.

Rain makes grass wetter,

Even in a winter coat.

 

My lips are moving,

But you don't hear a thing.

Theres nothing to start proving,

Unless you think I'm not smoking.

 

Her lips are soft yes,

Against every inch of me.

Her hands examine the rest,

While shes kissing me.

 

Tug and pull,

Rip and tear.

I'm as rough as a bull,

Off comes your underwear.

 

The vibration of my phone,

Alerting I have a text.

I just leave it alone,

Until shes done next.

 

My hands are sore,

My body satisfied.

Though I want more,

I'm shaking like my bones are fried.

 

I'm a storywriter,

Not a storyteller.

I'll book a flight or,

I don't know how to tell her.

 

She's carrying a child,

Is it mine?

I'm going whild,

"Whats wrong this time?"

 

"Nothing, I'm perfectly fine!"

"No you look shocked."

"Lets forget the wine..."

"The doors are all locked."

 

"Thats good."

"It's what we need."

"I've misunderstood?"

"Why are you so full of greed?!"

 

Shaking fists and arguing,

Screaming at the tops of our lungs loud.

I begin worrying,

Would this child be proud?

 

"Why wont you ever believe me?!"

"Why do you keep lying!"

"Your looks decieve me."

"Don't start crying."

 

"I'm not."

"I'm disappointed."

"You see what you got?"

To her stomach I pointed.

 

"I know I am pregnant."

"It's not mine is it..."

"You think we didn't make it?"

"I don't know who's it is."

 

"You're the father."

"Are you sure?"

"Why do you bother?"

"Because I need your love pure."

 

"Don't worry handsome."

"Why shouldn't I?"

"Is there now a randsome?"

"Maybe I should die..."

 

A tear fell from her eye,

I felt pure guilt.

Was I really the guy?

All the anger that was built.

 

Pushed it away,

Hugged her and kissed her.

Happiness comes another way,

"This baby is yours, I'm completely sure..."