If I was Taylor Swift, This Would Be A Song. But It's Just A Poem.
"Savor every moment, Your babies won’t keep" Waking up to the sound Of little running feet Over worked and stimulated Even as the day begins Pouring bowls of guilt Touched out and shut in Everything I ever wanted Feeling haunted Feeling down So lucky for each day of this I’m pretty sure I’ll drown Swear my body and my mind Can’t take any more Then dreaming up potential names Of baby number four Chase around the kitchen Racing cars on the floor Dancing to the theme songs I swear I love you more Crying in the shower Losing power Losing time Their perfect little faces Look like his and look like mine Kiss his face as he dreams His nose, his chin, his lips Knowing nothing in the world Is better than he is I think I might be useless Feeling clueless Feeling mean Sorry mommy yelled again At least the house is clean It’s only been 3 years of this 50 more to go Rage and guilt and boredom Failing if it shows I give them all my time And my life And a show Not sure if I'm good at th...