.not a thing.
By AlphabetizedKiss •
She tosses her toys
and screams her displeasure
She pulls hair
and pinches and scratches
She bites the breast
and soils the third outfit of the day..
That's my little baby
He smokes and drinks
and plays theatrical volume
He watches foreign films
with the little subtitles
and ones with ladies au naturel..
That's my man
I know it's not perfect
It's not what I dreamed
But I wouldn't change a thing
No, not a thing
She sleeps quietly
on her back
in her room
Her closed eyes blinking
with her little infant dreams
She sucks her fingers
and turns her head..
That's my little baby
He drapes his arms around me
and rests his chin on my head
He squeezes me tight
kisses my forehead
and makes me feel safe..
That's my man
I know it's not perfect
It's not what I dreamed
But I wouldn't change a thing
because I love it
No, I wouldn't change one thing.