When I met you you already had child,
I cute little boy that makes you want to run a mile.
You took care of him just like a father should,
An he loved you for it like a son should.
Two years later I still morn.
An that's when our perfect world became torn.
"Baby mama" said you have to do this you have to do that.
But all she really wanted was to get you back
She started telling lies an playing stupid games.
Using your child as a weapon was so lame
Then came the time when she took you to court
Knowing damn well she didn't want the child support
Im doing all I can to keep our love strong
Bottom line is I knew what she was doing all along
She plays your son like a deck of cards
An when you defend her it brakes my heart
We argue an fight like never before
With all we have had to put up with I can't take anymore
She can't accept the fact that you've moved on
All she wants is to have us break up
An your playing right into into that little
Our relationship is getting runined by all this drama
Why did you have to be the one with crazy baby mama

Hey, good poetry!

Many years ago, when I was in love with someone and frustrated or glad, about something concerning them, I would write poetry, either for myself or to share with them.

Helped me to work things out in my head. Then, I could sleep at night and not think about it anymore if it had been something frustrating.