Baby Talk
I was talking similar to a baby
my feelings I did show
bringing out my inner child
a gasket he did blow
He wasn't all that glad
exaggeration flew
out of his mouth as if he was mad
he did this thing on cue
It made me laugh which is fine
I had to let off steam
though the anger was not mine
it was just a dream
I woke up and I told myself
do not worry for to be
an infant that the night tells
you're awake in actuality
Copyright © Angela Crabtree | Year Posted 2020
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