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Contributed by
KarinaGutierrez121
on
Tuesday, 8th December 2009 @ 08:16:41 AM in AEST
Topic:
SadPoetry
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Father of mine.
Let me make my choice.
I can't drop the gun and live my life in joy.
Youve pushed me to far to the point,I just wanted to die.
I'm going to Heaven to watch over mother and cry.You left without a goodbye.
I can't stand you anymore.Ever since the day you walked out that door,
you came back every year or two and decided to stay for a bit then left.
Those are things a child never forgets.I wasted my time.
But the shaking in my hands and the sweat on my palms
make me realize I've waited too long.Every song
I've heard reminded me of this.A situtation you cant fix.
I regret every minute of this.
Copyright ©
KarinaGutierrez121
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2009-12-08 08:16:41] (Date/Time posted on
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(User Rating: 1 ) by blackroses_bleedinghearts on
Friday, 11th December 2009 @ 04:51:15 AM AEST (User
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honest, heartfelt, and sad.
very well written, great imagery |
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