This Is What Hurts
It'll disappoint me...

Ryan you always wanted me to write you a poem...
I don't even know what to think or say...

I hate the fact
That someday I may have to let you go...

Please tell me what you think
I like to just sit and imagine...

I want to hear and feel you need me
and see it in your eyes...

Caught up between what i want,
And what my hearts telling me to do...

To my 8 month old daughter
when times are a struggle...

Waiting for the moment
you walk off to me...

You call my name
And I look back...

I want you to know that I'd love you forever
don't be confused we're meant to be together...

He looks at her, as she turns away
Remembering times, of not knowing what to say...

Walking alone
you walk out the door...