(I wrote this poem when I was alone, and you people are the first I've shown it to. It's for my dad [or a person who I was told was my dad] so treat it with respect. It's like a quick note type of thing to the world to show that he's my dad, regardless on what science tells me)
A Not So Beautiful Mourning [X:Jen Nolan:X]
+~I don't care that I'm only three. +~But I care why you're in the ground. +~Why did you have to leave mommy and me? +~And why don't I ever see you around?
+~They put you in a box that's real big. +~Me and mommy stepped up to pray and cry. +~A while later and dirt going in, "can I help dig?" +~Mommy held me close as she asks, "Why did you have to die?"
+~Twelve years later dad, I'm all alone. +~Writting this, talkin' to him, in my room. +~Don't worry dad, I'm not on my own. +~I know I shouldn't leave, but I want to get there soon.
+~This life is nice dad, but I don't treat it right. +~I've cheated, I've lied, I'm a loser but dad... +~I don't really want to leave, regardless of fights. +~I can't explain all the times I've had.
+~My life consists of waiting. +~Last night she told me I wasn't yours. +~My thoughts at the throat debating. +~At that moment, I closed the doors.
+~I know I'm not yours, but I have imagination. +~Remembering that day when I was three. +~I pretend that I'm your creation. +~The only thing I need[besides friends]is the memories of you and me.
GodsGirl-SatansSpawn · Sat Apr 29, 2006 @ 01:23am · 2 Comments |