A/N So please let me know what you think, I know I'm not much of a poet so advice would be greatly appreciated.


Standing and staring, yet not really seeing, I stare at him.

His heart ferociously beating, but his chest not heaving at the exotic rate of his pulse.

His face is frozen in an astonished state, eyes bewildered,

His mouth dropping open, whole jaw dropping down.

Then a devilish smile arises, and he pushes his hair back with his hand

And winks at the tanned girl in the revealing bikini.

This is when my heart sinks and I look down at the pink cheeks, and ruffled blonde hair in the pram.

This is when I realise I'll never be what they see.

I'll never be anything more, than that girl,

The one with the baggage,

The one with the baby.

A/N Review? Advice? Please...