I Do, I Don'T

I do still love the father of my child when he was gentle his moods were so mild we had some laughs we had some fun I remember the night we made our son I do still love the man I met who he became I'd rather forget we were once happy he was my sweet Chris his cuddly strong arms I do sometimes miss I don't still love the disgusting fat dickhead forcing himself on me and left me crying in bed I don't still love the way he made me feel for my heart and soul in which he did steal