Monday, 21 March 2016

Bad Poem.

Opening my mouth
I start to speak
But no words come out
They ask why
And I say, I
Miss you
I miss you
I miss you
I miss you
They ask why
And I say, I
Love you
I love you
I love you
It feels
The way it feels sometimes
I will never again speak.


I will never ever say your name
Not to your face
I will never say “Dad, look at this,”
“Dad, I’m getting married.”
“Dad, I’m loved. I’m here. I’m happy.”
So many times I said: “See you later.”
“Whatever”
“ALRIGHT”
I could’ve looked you in the eye
And said
“Dad, whatever and whenever we have together
Know this.
I love you and I always will.”

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