it is coming back.....

Flyy, Flyy, Flyy,
I smell you on my skinn,
and that sick feeling is setting in again,
see it was good, too good you were not ready,
the truth scared you,
Baby feet kicking the walls of my stomach,
& pulling the strings to my heart,
but the secret is you never knoww,
that her heart beat sounded just like yours,
or what she could have been,
or what she would look like,
she died, in my stomach that morning,
she was ours... she was uss ♥