Just like any other rich guy,

You met me in dark corridors,

Used me,got tired and left.

Despite my feelings for you,

You ignored and cared less,

After all you needed enjoyment.

I entrusted you with my heart,

I saw rehabilitation in you,

So sad,you turned a wolf.

I am now on the sixth month,

After nine months,he will be around,

I will nurture him to be a responsible man.

©Poet Igweee