I thought we called off the gig
Since I’m pregnant with your kid
Algebra 1
But this is Trig
It’s like you’re forcing me to dig
Your early grave
I feel the smoke
Filling the air
A disappointed stroke
To protect our child
I cannot choke
Your facade and ego
I shall not stroke
So go along with your facade
I won’t even make this my job
Beloved is making it easy
But too hard
You continue to hold up your guard
Patiently awaiting your exposure
The longer I stand
I can feel it coming closer
Through tears and heartache
Maturity
I grow older
A shoulder of love
Is starting to feel like a boulder
Love the math reference, algebra to trig. Good work!
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