Goldylocks
She denies the facts
That the baby in her arms
Wishing it was hers
She’s still not ready
And there is no “Mr. Perfect”
She doesn’t trust the men
That she leads to bed
Doesn’t want to live the pain again
Another father gone
But there is longing in here eyes
An incompleteness inside
Because the child is not hers
She’s not comfortable
Still looking for the bed
That fits just right
And waiting until she’s in that bed
To make a baby of her own
Dear Goldylocks still searching
Dear sweet little girl
What has you so confused
It couldn't be my bed that does this
The bed I refused to let you try
Another sample, one more bedroom
Your mind still so chaotic
Trying to get all the sheets memorized
When are you going to settle
Come on Goldylocks make up your mind
You're not getting any younger
© Copyright Peter Lugo 2002
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