Her eyes sparkle like the moon in the sky
Her skin so soft just as the sand on a beach in the summer
She thought it through and over thought it
How could it take her so long to notice
She has the symptoms, though there is no cure.
She must carry through, no matter how hard.
She knew the outcome, she knew this would happen.
This girl shall conceive if it’s the last she will do
It’s not about her anymore
It’s not her choice
It was her decision
And she must carry it out