Poets are those who love,--who feel great truths, And tell them.

April 1, 2012

Still Waiting...


do you love me,
do you care,
do you even know i'm there?
i sit alone in the night
wishing you had made this right, 
you say i'm something you never finished,
well then i might as well be diminished,
cause if you cared then you'd be here, 
instead of leaving me in fear,
of this world so cold and cruel, without a father
i feel like a fool, 
a fool for waiting for you to come and be my dad
but i guess that was dumb,
for we both know that i will always be paying,
for the choice that you made,
it will just leave me waiting.
so i guess i will wait until the day, 
when you will honestly come to me and say,

i do love you,
i do care,
i will always know you are there

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