Unlucky

I think I love him, but I don't really know. He makes a little time for me, but then he has to go. To where he never says, I guess I'll see him in a couple days. Maybe a week tops, because he likes to hug the block. A few more months down the line, he's gon' really be mine. This baby will tie him down I know. He won't be running in & out this door. How do I tell him? I don't know. Next time I see him, I'll tell him fo' sho'. Next time has come around & he just laid it down. I give him the news & he gives me the blues. Says he don't want no more kids & that's that. Gives me an evil glance & throws me a stack. GO & TAKE CARE OF THAT! What am I suppose to do? I thought what we had was real. But now I can't feel. Numbness has come over me. Dumbness has sprung up on me. And all this time I had been thinking lucky me. -L' Mo